Punishment
i am sure my punishment could have been paid in another way,
but instead they lock me up like a dog all poxey day,
i quess they dont know how prison will effect me,
but i am sure i will let them know when i am free,
who has the right to say what is right and what is wrong,
i am sure these judges must puff on a bong,
they live in their big houses with people who care,
but how do they feel knowing your back out there,
some might say their just doing their job,
but cant a lot of them just shut their gob,
Copyright © Ken O Leary | Year Posted 2009
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