“I have all the time in the world” she said
never knowing where that would had led
she spoke to me through jail room glass
the speakerphone crackled the sentence’s mass
pressing her digits in a goodbye
the guards take her with a distasteful sigh
what had happened to Alice was a pity
a perfect girl in a coke-stained city
unknown that she would sell the dust
and her perfect body, perfect would rust

wonderful Alice had all the time in the world
all the time as the city’s plan slowly unfurled
all the time to bask in her powered land
all the time to sell the Colombian sand

watching the city come to Alice drugged and sinned
they all forgot her hospitality when she was pinned
they consumed her poison and gained the freedom they lacked
though they turned on her when the stash was sacked
when you have all the time in this life to spend
you feel as if life will never end
no matter what chances that you take
you must swallow the sheets of the bed that you make
twenty-five years, Alice will serve in prison clad
with all that time that she thought that she had