Damion Hamilton's poetry blog. My ebooks are available through this link: http://www.amazon.com/Damion-Hamilton/e/B00YFZ44P8
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Dead or In Jail
It's like when you go out in a city where i'm from
you have to worthy about it
You just wanna have a good time,
but there's that thing
you ride around and ask yourself
will you end up dead or in jail tonight?
that's a reasonable question
i worry about cops and thugs
and i just want them both to leave me the hell alone
Why would they even wanna bother me or look at me?
I'm not a hot chick or nothing,
I worry about the cops more than the thugs though
they just wanna get you for anything man
cops and thugs i dislike equally,
perhaps, I just don't like anyone
I've been to jail or few hours, and didn't like the
CO's or my fellow inmates
why would someone wanna sit in jail?
why in the hell would someone wanna guard them?
it don't make any sense to me
being around a bunch of dudes, dudes you hate look at, smell or hear
i have no brothers,
and boy do i hate to see a dull cop's face in my mirror
for something minor, all the times i've been pulled over by them
looking for the Good Time and not finding the good time
Just a bunch of dickheads, whether they are cop or thug
thinking fuck the world, and both groups
when all you wanted to find in the night was a pretty girl
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