Whilst foreign law presents a wall

And alien barriers laugh and jeer

What’s ‘right’ bears no acknowledgement

To circumstances borne unclear
 

When status simply won’t conform

And standard boxes can’t be ticked

It makes me wonder, more than once

If I’m not somehow being tricked

Such antiquated legislation

That ties the hands for countless years

For all ‘location’s’ recompense

Red Tape would drive a man to tears
 

My civil freedom’s battle’s fought 

In reams of mass quadruplicate  

At snail’s pace each stage prepared

I wish they would elucidate
 

Meanwhile, I wait in halfway state

With mangled tether’s end in shreds

And dream of wandering pastures new

Where future fortune’s footstep treads.