Doin' TimeA Poem by PeteWe never exchange more than three words with a Friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise. - Thoreaushackled cuffedrebuffed
thrown up against a wall and roughed hands behind back legs spread paddy wagon keeps on rollin' a life sentence no defense throwin' myself on the mercy of the court hopin' the time is short hated fated incarcerated case ineloquently stated striped suit never gets old cell always looks dark and cold guilty as charged they cut off all of my hair prayin' i don't get the chair or a lethal injection lots of time for deep reflection i want to confess but my moods are a mess feelings constantly in motion i'm just a prisoner of emotion © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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