Doing Time

I may be in a prison of sorts...

no food, no decent clothes...

but unlike Chris Commoner,
my axe was ground in silence
yesteday

No bloodshed, only
neurons of my own
massacred in a roleplay

No record, no label
No tattoos chaining me
to any tribe

My term may last a day
a week, or a month

But once its over,
I'll walk free