Like a Dog
In the penitentary where Im treated like a dog
I should have known that Id wind up this way
Without the money to get off
Mamma I just killed a guard
It was the law
It was the law
It started as some petty crime
Now its the gangs im with non-stop
Is this rehabilitation
Maybe not
Maybe not
Mamma I just fought my cell mate
Now hes twitching
What the ****
Well I dont appreciate how Im a victim to be shot
The system taught me that Im not me
So I have goggles and a glok
Is this rehabilitation
Maybe not
Maybe not
Soon the prison doors will open
For Jesus Christ that is Jihad
(c) Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment