Brokedown Soul

a poem

Brokedown soul glug glug

 another year down

and fixin to die in five to six

pull the trigger and get a fix

 on the horse race at noon

tell mom i'll be home soon and we'll have a chat by the fire but if the situation is dire consequence saying its nonsense. Work nine to five to stay alive slave wage blues had no clue where we'd be in five to ten in God's grace or up in the Pen. Black and Whites chatter unabashed by the stash house . Immune to the ballons set by your bed by a red head candy striper putting on diapers dandily because it is mandatory. lemon juice takes out blood stains when it rains it pours red yellow. the mood is mellow on the road a mysterious fellow chains his brains

"must lead and maintain."