Loss

You don’t want to take a loss?

I want my life back.

I already served my time.

Sped off on that fast track.

I inner stand you want them to like you.

They are the wrong crowd.

They hit the BOP.

“I NEED SAFETY VALVE”.

On the street they call me snitches.

I never told on shit.

They will pour their liquor on you.

Police find you in a ditch.

So do what you feel you have to.

For me keep on gunning.

I am standing right here.

Never running.

PATRICIA A. MANIACI/AMERICA RACINE/BLOCK