I Poem created by my father.

I stumbled and fell when I was a pup
I hit my head hard when I tried to look up
There was a foot on my neck holding me down
And Uncle Sam smiling is what I had found
He said your going away son for a very long time
Guns are illegal if you’ve committed a crime
You can’t have bullets not even a knife
Is that marijuana?  Hell now you’ll get life
It’s five years for each bullet and ten for the gun
That’s a thirty round clip if I was you I’d run
When I shoot you for running if your still alive
Well add escape to your charges and add on five
You don’t want to hear this I know it’s a drag
People get twenty years for an empty dope bag
And if I’m not mistaken what you’ve got there is pure
That’s at least half a gram of that I am sure
All the things that you own will be confiscated
Your house and your car it’s all drug related
I know you feel helpless there’s not much you can do
Oh!  If you have kids we’ll be taking them to
But I’m not a monster or even a tyrant
You just have to cooperate and be less defiant
Sell out your neighbors and tell on your friends
Put them in jail and this nightmare will end
You’ll get back your kids your car and your house
Take the family to Disneyland and see Mickey Mouse
Your almost related if you think of it like that
Well your not quite a mouse but you would be a rat!

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