(March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

You'Re Doing Time

Your companion’s got you in handcuffs.
She reads you your rights, or so she calls them.
You’re placed behind bars, there’s no escape.
You had your chance, but now it’s too late.

The interrogation begins.
You’ve lost! There’s no way you can win!
She proceeds to brainwash you.
You tell yourself that you’re doomed!
And that you are!

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Comments (3)

awesome poem man your very good at this...
the things we do for love.
hey c'mon now....she can't be all that bad ; p nice work