Dry Snitch

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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

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.


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