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Jailhouse Rot

I don't have a brother anymore
He lived most his days behind bars
Wrote a cheque to him every year
To buy his Christmas chocolate bars

Never could make it when he got out
Always ended up right back in
Pretty hard to start from scratch
Kicked to the curb with no scratch

Yeah he felt free living in the park
Maybe missed his three hots and cot
Found him in an old porty pot
Three days later puffed with rot

Comments

  • hedonisthedonist standing on the edge of foreverPosts: 22,113
    Wow.  If this is about you, I'm very sorry.

    You write some interestingly lovely poetry, by the way.  Honesty always comes through.
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