Nick krakana

The Jailers Door - Poem by Nick krakana

My blood pressure went up today

When the jailer said walk this way

It wasn't his tone of voice you see

Rather the steel door that closed 
behind me

An impromptu visit it would be

To see a brother of the Cree

Incarcerated for living mischievously

40 ounces and a stolen car

Won't get you very far

The police in hot pursuit

Didn't give a hoot

That Victor did'nt steel the car

He said the ride was all he took

Now that's enough for the lawman's hook

He'll do two years for this silly charge

Testing the police cars supercharge

Jail house tooth paste 
is devoid of taste

I still think this is a real waste

A classic case of 
Lawman's hast

Topic(s) of this poem: Life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A visit to Monteith

Comments about The Jailers Door by Nick krakana

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (6/11/2014 4:34:00 PM)

    Nice! ! Humerous but serious all at the same time. Lessons learned the hard way huh? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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