A Pocket Full of Rocks

Funny Story and unfortunately true. When I was in Prison at Pelican Bay State prison in Crescent City, Ca., one of the ways I made money or "cantene" as it was called was poetry of sorts.. I was more or less the hallmark kinda person. Writing stuff for anyone that asked and especially when they paid. I was asked to write a poem about having a pocket full of rocks. I had made the mistake of boasting that I could come up with something at least with a beginning, middle and end about anything.....anything ..........You read this and you will see how wrong I was.....or was I? "Pocket Full of Rocks" I had a brand new pick up truck. A big wide screen T.V. A house up on the hillside beneath the shade of and old Oak Tree. I once wore some fancy clothes. All around the world I'd roam. Now all I've got is what you see. Flat broke and all alone. I was known at every bank in town. Had more cash than I thought I'd spend. Both A Master Card and Visa whose limits had no end. I had women everywhere I turned. More love than you could know. Then I went and blew it all. Where did it all go? Now with patches on my blue jeans and holes in both my socks, I've a head thats full of empty dreams and a pocket full of rocks. No..I don't have a dog gone thing. No car! No clothes! No house. Hell even my best friend is gone. Ran off with what was my spouse. Yet I'm still fairly happy. I can't dwell on what I had. Cause' if I did; believe you me. I'd be to Gaw Durn sad! They were talking about drugs. I did not know they were talking about a drug. So you can imagine all the crap I got on this one. .... Prison sucked. I deserved to be there. (I never hurt anyone, stole or terrorized anyone) This was a very lighthearted moment in a time of my life that was anything but pleasant. *I had no idea I was being so prophetic.........For Someone? Thank You The Applethoughtrotten