Panty Hose and Pillows By Poetry
PANTYHOSE AND PILLOWS
I RECALL A PILLOW CASE AND PUTTING PANTY-HOSE OVER MY HEAD
IF MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECTLY I THINK THEY WERE BRIGHT RED
I WAS STROLLING DOWN A SIDE STREET WITH A HOME TO PICK
BECAUSE A JUNKIE DOES THAT WHICH HE MUST WHENEVER HE BECOMES DOPE-SICK
SO I CONTINUE WALKING AND AMBLING DOWN THE STREET
TRYING IN EARNEST TO SEEM INDISCREET
JUST THEN MY EYES ESPIED A HOUSE WITH A WINDOW OPENED WIDE
AND THAT’S WHEN JESSE JAMES BECAME MY GUIDE
SO I GLIDE IN THE WINDOW WITH NARY A SOUND
WHILE PRAYING ALL THE WHILE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND
I NEEDED TWO THINGS WHICH WERE CALM AND SILENCE
BECAUSE THE LAST THING A DOPE-SICK JUNKIE NEEDS IS VIOLENCE
SO I BEGIN LOADING MY PILLOW CASE WITH THINGS I COULD HARDLY SEE
BUT ONE SHOULDN’T BE PICKY WHEN EVERYTHING’S FOR FREE
I WAS WILD AND THOUGHT MYSELF WILY WAY BACK WHEN
AND THAT’S WHY I’M WRITING THIS WHILE SERVING SEVEN TO TEN
© 2010.….Poefree
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