Friday, September 30, 2016

Half Way Home

Robin served her time?
One year in and now 6 months at a halfway house.
It had been an 8 year drug sentence, but they need the space.
Now comes the next dance.

Given the power, I’d stop her clock.
I know she is young, had a son while incarcerated,
And like all of us wants another turn.
“Sorry”, I’d say, “you’re too expensive.”

Maybe if you could keep a promise,
Never show up in Southern California,
Sell heroin somewhere else,
And leave your grandparents alone, we could talk.

It is your wonderful, caring grandparents,
Grandparents who did not sign-up for your lies
And the rest of the crap you’ll offer, that will explain

Your forthcoming resurrection.

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