Breaking Parole
Once when youth filled
my bones,
that was then.
All the cops and judges
started to look the same.
Back in the day,
pot was cheaper,
beer flowed,
acid was good,
pink tea was better
and cocaine was for rich folks.
A girl stole my heart,
we fell into one another
under a shooting star,
then we said, "we are".
Troubles still came and went.
Breaking parole didn't seem
all that bad !
Sitting in the bar till
close wasn't no big thing.
When I arrived home
the unhero of the day.
The door was chained
and dead bolted,
so in my anger
I kicked it in.
She was tripping
calling me a lair
and use racial slurs,
all high on those pills again.
All my stuff was trashed
and I took her punch,
like a man
without recourse.
I stole her keys,
like she stole my heart.
Then I showed myself
to the door smiling all the way.
Her custom Honda,
precious baby,
bright red with bright rims,
crashed and trashed so well.
Daddy's gift ain't shining anymore !
After that I was a sitting,
and a thinking in that bar again.
Hey, bartender bring another,
cause I'm going to get ten years.
Hey, Man take it easy, just go home
and pretend nothing happened.
All right,
I go on home,
its a lonely walk.
I force the door shut,
make my way through the mess,
get in bed with passed out
sleeping beauty.
Later after our daze has wore off,
we awake looking at one another,
she says,
I got messed up last night
while you were out
and left my Honda somewhere.
I smile and say,
Its ok we'll find it !
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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