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by Braeden Monks Mar 13, 2008 category : Life, society / about society
Shallow drinks of my beer just to help keep me clear i need to think with out much guilt this crap in my life, i built a second or two to catch my breath im pushed so hard to confess the men in blue stare at me watching closely, they dont believe my story's a lie and they should know but wait for hours then let me go but not after they push me around they fill me with fears and let me drown I maybe be guiltly but not of this i had no choice i wont be missed no honour among theaves thats a lie who ever said that never lived my life I would never turn my back on the people who love me thats a fact no honour among theaves i disagree if you lived here you would see
by Hollywood
The beginning of the poem didnt make much sense to me