Jailhouse Rot

Spunkie
Spunkie i come from downtown. Posts: 7,095
in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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
I was swimming in the Great Barrier Reef 
Animals were hiding behind the Coral 
Except for little Turtle
I could swear he's trying to talk to me 
Gurgle Gurgle

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  • hedonist
    hedonist Posts: 24,524
    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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