The Jailers Door Poem by Nick krakana

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'nt steel the car


He said the ride was all he took

Now that's enough for the lawman's hook

He'll do two years for this silly charge


Testing the police cars supercharge


Jail house tooth paste 
is devoid of taste

I still think this is a real waste


A classic case of 
Lawman's hast

2011 Monteith Jail

Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A visit to Monteith
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 11 June 2014

Nice! ! Humerous but serious all at the same time. Lessons learned the hard way huh?

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