Facing Prison Again (Taking Off From Born Fat) Poem by Linda Racaniello

Facing prison once again
it's the worry that controls me
trouble follows my every move
that much is plain to see

I thought I had it figured out
the way to change my life
get surgery, get out of drugs
still my world is full of strife

Now they've canceled my surgery
thrown the idea in the trash can
added another prison sentence
this life I find is hard to understand

I try to follow the straight and narrow
but I guess I don't have it in me
I'm facing a lot longer sentence
once again I'll no longer be free

No one can take away my mind
but losing freedom outside is hard
while I have the ideas & the talent
I'm running out of playing cards

Arrested again, bail set high
facing five to twenty years
still an addict no matter what
but I won't shed any more tears

I'll miss my mother most of all
and I've disappointed her again
the only thing I'm good at
is writing poems with paper and pen