Felon Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

They pace their feet on concrete? ?
...With an ambience of the darkest dark
Sewer rats that pass judgement on others
...Any excuse for their plans on their marks...

They are full on sociopath's in training
...Garbage makers & the daily trash man
Always lookin' for an easy buck
...Shakedown artist's who belong in the can!

Many are shameless hotheads full of dread
...Pigs wallowing in their greed infested gigs
So many high on opiates- Their down low fate
...They're the dirt that good souls hate to dig!

What has happened to the once good humans?
...Now lost in an ambience of blackest of black-
Heartless to their core-always wanting more
...Totally bull dozing with their cruel attacks!

They have so many ghosts in their closets
...They make any motley crew look good!
Their eventual outcome is written by God
...As EVERYTHING about their motives are understood! !

Felony crime is what they have made it...
...We know whose lives they planned to destroy
They're so busy trying to get blood out of turnips...
...Their marks(vegetables) are totally dry! !


Theodora Onken