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 !