How To Treat a Criminal

I shouldn't be writing in my current state of mind I shouldn't be typing, my fingers are all blind Life is good over here, am falling like a log Afraid to have balloons pop on my face, I'd cry like a frog The pastor and his wife are so drunk I shouldn't be feeling guilty, all is fun and funk The treadmill over there, a life support for him Has broken glasses all over, talk of a gym The weather so beautiful as I sit over here in my cozy blanket I shouldn't be writing about criminals, it's my bad habit Of avoiding socialization, but I love integration How to treat me, maybe an intervention