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Mr Crack

Incarcerated

By Esmee BallPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Mr Crack
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I ask myself what is jail, It's a place they send you when you don't get bail.

Locked in a room they call a cell, where nobody comes when you ring the bell, seeing your cellmates taking the piss

Why am I in a place like this ?

I blame that geezer "Mr Crack". He's hard to shake off when he's on

your back. The very first one is the only one. But to tell you the truth

he's not much fun.

He's got me out there commiting crime and now I'm in here doing time

Mr Crack you're nothing but evil, all you do is destroy people.

I was so weak to fall for you. Here I feeling sad and blue

Well "Mr Crack" hear now what I say... Jail saved me I got away.

surreal poetry
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