There he lay
with his bottle of booze
no body cares
what can he lose?
Collasped in a ditch
people pass by
he’s just another drunk
who’s gone awry.
Armed robbery his downfall
booze his addiction,
his day will come-
soon his conviction.
When morning arrives
he awakes in a fury
today, jail is home
tomorrow, trial by jury.
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