The Jailers Door
My blood pressure went up today
When the jailer said walk this way
It wasn’t his tone of voice you see
Rather the steel door that closed
Behind me
An impromptu visit it would be
To see a brother of the Cree
Incarcerated for living mischievously
40 ounces and a stolen car
Won’t get you very far
The police in hot pursuit
Didn’t give a hoot
That Victor did not steel the car
He said the ride was all he took
Now that’s enough for the lawman’s hook
He’ll do two year for this silly charge
Because the driver made them chase
Its jail house tooth paste
That subs for paste
I still think this is a real waste
A classic case of
Lawman’s employment security
poem by Nick krakana
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