Hostage

The little Welsh dancer
Bored crapless
A tough mind that’s
Taken a mean turn
The House of Atreus
Gone white trash
Driving killing hiding
As if the roads
Were all blind
Just keep running
To the beautiful
Isle of Nowhere
Taking ever more
Desperate measures
As the law
Sputters and rots
Dimmer and dimmer
Staring uniquely at the sky
Lies an eye