Galveston County Blues Poem by mike ruthenbeck

five hundred years of learned men speaking
through countless books of poetry and prose
to a body feeling ninety years creaking
all though twenty six, thats just how it goes.
while I sweat through these current death throws;
standing in miserable imprisonment,
and striking a most impoverished pose
in jail, a less than good predicament
my time incarcerated detriment
to any cause a free man may follow.
these cops hear not, my words so eloquent
and so imprisoned I sit and wallow
in pain of having no sky overhead;
for skateboarding home to sleep in my bed.....