See, It Ain’t Alley, Silly!, Just a Free Space between Two Laws of Any Kind

To great pains goes Jackson
(‘Many eyes land on me as I land again!’)
to finish with the hell of thousand aches.
No longer is Johnson bound to the netherworld.
On one hand.
And to the holly
(‘Smokes!’)
land on the other.
The realm of hungry ghosts
(‘Or of any other germs!’)
is lost to Jimson who lives nowhere near an austere life.
Why you cryin’? Rush in
(‘Like us J’sons who know the rope well!’)
and grease the wheels with checks.