Monday, July 11, 2011

3193. I RAN ROUGHSHOD

I RAN ROUGHSHOD
Never apologized for that to anyone;
ruined my parents both, lost all my
friends before that, shot pigeons and
squirrels with air guns and rifles, chased
after skirts and girls for their trifles.
Damn it all, my life was running good.
Then, I did four years in the workhouse
for dealing stolen cars, stealing government
property, kiting fake checks as well. Learned
more in there than I did on the street. Like
Hell, 'rehabilitation' tried to come calling.
I stole the car it drove in with.

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