OUTLAW POETRY

Drops of Blood..

Drops of Blood Hit the blacktop
Like Rain drops
Cant remember....
If I'd been beaten
or shot
The World Swirls as
I try ta' walk

Skin's cold, Im going into to shock
Who am I..Where am I
I see spots
It's not the ambulance but Cops

I woke up in a Jail cell
I.V. has failed
Pain Prevailed
..What's that murmuring...?

Nurses voices in the Infermery
Cant speak...Mouth is dry
They tell me ..I coulda died

Black eyes due to impact
The rest of Me seems intact
Stacked meal trays
Been out for days!

"Boy yer lucky they got you
when they did,
You'da been dead kid"

Half a dozen staples in my head
Five in my Arm
God, Not Luck or Charm..
Questions are Asked
And Answereed with a Shrug
All Because I lead the Life of a Thug

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