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Dry Snitch

Dry Snitch


r.douglas
r.douglas
Dry Snitch

Lock down ain’t new for me
And knew I’d be back to jailin’
come week three

Pre-teen and up river
I was in a young stir,
crazy, things were-
and odds rose daily
by my mere presence
I’d graduate to
behind the walls

so odds on, you’re thinking,
so what,
just this – a dry snitch-
there has been a virus of
incarceration in this nation
lasting longer than most of you
have been alive,

So stay alive, stay at home,
Understand, you haven’t been
Arrested, you’ve been Rescued

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  • Bill
    Bill

    Oh, I like this one. Well done, Doug.

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    • r.douglas
      r.douglas

      thanks so much Bill. Appreciate it.

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