National Zoo Of Fame
© Surazeus
2026 07 14

After I escape from prison of hope,
and litter streets of fear with greedy thugs,
I shall fly the rocket to outer space
and live in my gold palace on the moon
far away from the business office complex
where the Swan of Tuonela waits for me.

My faith links the fantasy of escape
with brutal reality of confinement
because I am the mute ape in your zoo
who longs to live free in suburbia,
in the three-bedroom ranch house by the lake
with white sedan I drive to work each day.

Though the signless road of my bold ambition
grows dimmer every day I drive toward Heaven,
in swirling smog where I can hardly see,
I fight the devil with the silver star
who laughs with shotgun of law in his hand
because he knows I will never be free.

Trapped within the National Zoo of Fame,
by the senator who owns the gold mine
on our land where my father tended wheat,
my fierce rebellious lion-heart of faith
is monitored by state psychiatrists
who study mystery of the human mind.

Exhibited in cage of my persona,
I dwell in domestic structure of marriage,
restricted by the law of give and take
as I perform identity I stole
by wearing suit and tie with polished shoes
when I sit at desk of authority.

I stare in mirror of my memories
to wonder where my childhood vanished to
in faded photographs of broken schools
filled with faceless people who pray in church
for savior of the world to rescue them
from junkyard garden of the rotten tree.

The photo of my war against the state,
where I pose with long rifle on my hip
while riding naked on my shadow horse,
hangs on the wall of your suburban church
to prove the wicked come to sorry ends
as bullet-riddled corpses on dirt roads.

My tragic flaw is I will seize the day
despite the consequences actions cause
when I design network of water pipes
to provide social service of respect
to every house in the factory town
displayed in your National Zoo of Fame.

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Orpheus photographs bullet-riddled bodies of Bonnie and Clyde which he frames and hangs on the wall of the First Church of the Crucified Clown.

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