Reports from the front , my friend's prison poems

[JRL]

Hapless culprit,
Sinister victim.
Cold court runway, USA versus me.
Search and seizure- long, thick battering ram.
Breached door and busted jamb, face in the floor.
They handcuffed my wife to a chair.
They took off my belt and my wedding ring and put me in a car.

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Men of money,
Men of dope.
Coke, crank, checks, mail,
stocks, bonds, bail, buds,
plants, third chance, green pants,
green shirt, yellow dirt, black tar,
crack, stolen rocks,
poppy pods, 5 gods in the chapel,
choir on Tuesday.

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Big bad muthafucka,
You didn’t wash your hands
when you came-up-out-tha toilet stall.
Do you even wipe your ass?
Touch the dominoes and
share it with your friends.

[cenacle]

angry stuff...hard to call poetry, more like spent blood...best kind of art...