Billy Is A Grass Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

They whitewashed
it on the end wall
the day he got out
got two be out in twelve
and now back, another
house with a steel door
she went crazy
and there were lights
flashing blue
and the fat kid
with the sweetwrapper heart
is out on the street
the word is out for Billy
Billy is a grass
I saw the social worker
sitting in her battered Micra
all worked over
with neck band, badge
going home to the gin
you cant get in
they changed the locks
yesterday
yes
every other day
is yesterday