Exile of the Mutineer

Here I stand reminded of the world that I had left behind
Where a heart was free to follow after such as it could find
And now I'm lonely on this my island home
I'm waiting for a sucker come throw this dog a bone

Paint a mental picture of the world that you would like to see:
One devoid of creatures bearing slightest resemblence to me
And now I'm angry; I've got a lot to say
Sit in the corner scheming 'bout how to make the bastards pay

Here I stand reminded of the world that I had left behind
Figment of a fiendish, overactive and perverted mind
And now I want love; feel sorry for myself
but that was just a psych job and you can go to hell
 		This, my island home

© Jonathan Patch

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