Another poem I wrote to the guards in jail.
I don't really want to play,
But the way things are,
I have to anyway.
My baby is so far away,
So are my bros and dad,
I really want to see them,
But that;s just too bad.
This game is not right,
These players always cheat,
So stay out of the kitchen,
If you can't take the heat.
I roll my dice cautiously,
I move my piece preciously,
I tell them to blow me,
But I have to say it nicely.
If you really want to play,
I'm up for just one game,
It takes a minutes or an hour,
In here it's all the same.
It says in the holy bible,
God created these men,
I often start to wonder,
Why he filled them with sin.
This game is finally over,
Of course I didn't win,
I guess I'll play another,
So they can cheat again.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-07-05 at 07:05
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Cheaters
Torture is just a game,I don't really want to play,
But the way things are,
I have to anyway.
My baby is so far away,
So are my bros and dad,
I really want to see them,
But that;s just too bad.
This game is not right,
These players always cheat,
So stay out of the kitchen,
If you can't take the heat.
I roll my dice cautiously,
I move my piece preciously,
I tell them to blow me,
But I have to say it nicely.
If you really want to play,
I'm up for just one game,
It takes a minutes or an hour,
In here it's all the same.
It says in the holy bible,
God created these men,
I often start to wonder,
Why he filled them with sin.
This game is finally over,
Of course I didn't win,
I guess I'll play another,
So they can cheat again.
Poetry by Justin
Read 448 times
Written on 2007-07-05 at 07:05
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