It Depends Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Frank Keys, Jr. is not a toddler.
Frank Keys, Jr. is not an astronaut involved with a love triangle.
(see observation Lust in Space)
But Frank wore a diaper,
But it wasn't poop that he dangled.
Wearever™ he goes he will be haunted by night for driving erratically.
After he was stopped by the police and patted down,
The officers felt a large lump on his leg and fetched the dog by squad car,
The dog was in the back seat near the trunk,
The dog scented between his crotch that wasn't supposed to be there,
The dog smelled the scent of drugs in the air.
Frank admitted that he was packing more than "his man junk".
Summer time, for Frank, life's not Living Easy.
He's out of life lines even Care Lines.
If he is convicted of trafficking 257 grams of heroin,
Then he will receive the maximum in prison where he should receive MaxiCare.
He will blame it on Hurricane Katrina most likely; never blame himself for a fault within.
By the way Frank did you use some of that FEMA money to support your habit?
Or get into the entrepreneur business of dealing drugs?
Did you ever figure what would be the consequence?
At least the heroin can be recycled for it was on the outside of your body cavity.
For if it had been, it would give a new meaning of adult incontinence.

(6-25-08)