Stuck to run

...And I’ll dig myself a hole
in the cement blocks of the floor
just like they used to do
in the old flicks about inmates
named Bud who was up for life
for killing his neighbor's wife
for snitching the secret
about his strife
that no one could ever quite
figure out in the plot
but everyone always cared so badly
why he was there
and we sat on the edges of our
vinyl ripped chairs
and stared to see if the
the guards would see him escape
through his underground maze
that he’s been digging for some months
with the back of his toothbrush
carving out dirt, in search of the sun
and later than soon, the plastic breaks free
he pokes out through grassy ground
and runs away, his feet still bound
by clanky chains, but he continues to flee
no where to go,
but finally
no where to be.