The Jailhouse

[Koikaze]

As you vainly vent your rage
Here in your tiny iHub cage
The poison that we see you spew
Reads like a nasty witches brew
But like a monkey at the zoo
You're here so we can laugh at you

Matt is sure a patient sort
To tolerate your nasty sport
He thinks that in a little while
You'll empty out your pail of bile
But even he, I think, will tire
And go ahead and douse your fire

You are, right now, where you belong
Giving me a chance to write my song

Fred
iHUB is my hub!