The Groundhogs
Earth Is Not Room Enough
Locked in a room, strapped to a hollow chair
Faint musty smell, odor of stale air
Sealed from the outside in a cage that is six-foot square
Eyes that are fixed in a glazed disbelieving stare

Cyanide pills dropped in an acid bath
Froth forms a cloud as deadly as death's own staff
Lungs start to burst trying to hold your breath
But have the last laugh 'cos Earth is just a cage
Seven thousand miles wide