They shut me up in Prose
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet
Because they liked me "still"
Still! Could themself have peeped
And seen my Brain — go round
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason — in the Pound
Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Abolish his Captivity
And laugh — No more have I
If the bird (locked in the pound) just thinks to leave all it would have to do is fly. It would be so easy to do that the bird would just laugh at how easy it was and at its captors.
They Shut Me Up in Prose