The Smoke

Got an opal in my eye
From pining for the moon,
Prison open to the sky.

Best despair that cash can buy:
I took the plunge and soon
Got an opal in my eye.

Clowns all call it getting by,
The compound-moaned bassoon
Prison open to the sky.

News is worth haphazard sigh.
While dowsing for maroon
Got an opal in my eye.

Every evil alibi
Contrives its own glad poltroon
Prison open to the sky.

Sober and i don't know why;
Licked Victory Koolaid's spoon,
Got an opal in my eye

Prison, open to the sky.