Waiting for the fed's is
Like waiting on court date
Foot steps get louder so
I begin to contemplate
Wondering how i choose
This line of profession to
Start with anyway,a mistake.
Mistake is a overstatement
At least in this point of wake
Wondering will I be apprehended
Dead or alive or does it matter
Even in the mist of this tragedy
Law enforcement officials with
Big guns with shoot now ask later
Mentally kicking in the door felt like
A quake ....
Then my alarm goes off its only ah dream
Thank goodness I'm now awake.
Copyright © Michael W. | Year Posted 2017
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