st sebastian

Why do I feel like St. Sebastian
All shot full of arrows?

The cell door is open.
I can walk out any time I want,
Yet I stay in here.

I used to go to the beach
And watch the gulls, but now
It's too much trouble,
And the gulls are depressed.

The sand runs through the glass,
And the glass lets it.
Water always runs downhill,
And the cell door is open.
Yet I stay in here.

"I'll never be free," I say.
"Never able to go to Safeway
And get what I want with
My handsome face and my
Luxiurant silver hair
And moustache."

Painting -- St. Sebastian, by Andrea Mantegna, oil on canvas, c. 1480. Click on the image for a larger view.

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