I never had a father figure
My old man was always locked up
now he’s in the grave.
So, here I am among my brothers
To be down, I must face them all for one minute
To these tattooed trailer park savages I look like raw meat.
They have me surrounded
Rushing in, they all swing on me
Punches connect with my face, back and ribs.
I fight back, but quickly run out of breath
A punch in the sternum doesn’t help.
I fell down and one of them started to stomp me
Before the others stopped him and said to let me up.
Back on my feet, I feel blood running down my cheek
“Jesus Christ,” I say.
It feels like it’s been a good 15 minutes
A member keeping time on his phone says,
“There’s 15 more seconds.”
Backing away from them
I put my hands up.
That Things In The Car
Nancy had all intentions of being a good mother,
She made everyone believe her life was pointed in the positive direction.
Then she left her two-month-old baby in a hot car while she went inside a dope spot and bought smack.
On another blistering hot day, she left the baby boy so she could go in the grocery store and pick up a few items.
High she roamed around the store in a daze.
Until the manger came over the loud speaker asking who owned the red 4 door Ford Focus in the parking lot.
She was terrified seeing the cops outside
Waiting for her…
“How much pain are you in on a scale from one to ten?”
Grabbing his lower back John howls in pain.
Trying his best to produce tears,
He says, “It’s about a billion, Doc!”
Every time he visits the E.R, his name is brought up on a list of potential addicts.
Once he went into a rage when prescribed 800 mg Ibuprofen.
Hospital security had to call the police to come and remove him from the premises.
Guess the poor guy will have to buy his opiates off the street.
The prices are steadily rising…