Bill, having gotten fed up with life,
Moved to a deserted island
In the middle of the ocean.
Having let his boat float away
He began his new life
As a Troglodyte.
Never again would he don
More than animal hides
And plants for clothing.
Never again would he
See anything mass produced.
Daily he would arise,
And nightly fall asleep,
To the sound of
Animal roars and bird chirps.
Often the briny sea would
Show him a miserable memory
As huge white waves crashed
Hideously back and forth.
Would he really be free now?
Nelson MCBS 