I get by on a wing and a prayer
and if you believe that, you’re a fool.
There are no Angels to help me out,
I’m just the subject of ridicule.
I’ll never get a moment to shine.
For in purgatory, I am stuck.
What did I do to deserve this life?
When I was born, I was out of luck!
I am the biggest fool there is,
thinking of brighter days ahead.
As I fight to stay alive,
and walk among the dead.
How many people give a damn
for a body in need like me?
Confined in a six by eight and
shackled when I should be free.
For thirty years, I’ll be in here.
It’s called the ‘war on drugs’.
And though liquor is their vice,
they turned us into thugs.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland
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