Friday, March 4, 2016

Past life foreclosure

The night of my life
Turned into a fight
For my life
The three knocks
On my window
Awoke me from my dreams
Are you ok?
He asked
Shining his flash light in my eyes
I don't know I replied
Picking my head off the steering wheel
Glass shards and the air bag
Was all I could feel

I just published a book
I can't afford to go to jail
How can I even post bail
I heard it is
The closest thing to Hell
The windshield shards in my lap
dropped on the floor
Like hail from the sky
You been drinking tonight
He asked me
shining the flashlight
In my eyes

I was feeling myself
Riding through my city
Whipping it to the left
Whipping it to the right
On my way too my latest interest
She been waiting for me
To get back to the city
For too long
Now I'm gonna give her
The attention she been wanting
My fantasy of handcuffs
Turned into a real life nightmare
Sitting in the backseat
Watching them contemplate my fate

Anywhere but there
I pleaded from the back seat
Just beat me up
And leave me in the street
I've learned my lesson
Licking the wounds
From my open scars
Begging not to be
Put behind those bars
That will seal my fate
This is just too much on my plate

This new forced sobriety
Got me running miles
Asking my dog
How we get back home
I'm back in the gym now
It's won't take to long
Some getting use too
Remembering to work my legs too

Two Jewish lawyers
Shaking my hand
Before the judge starts trial
Reviewing all the things
I've done with my life
Casually asking my lawyer
How's his wife
As he weighs my sentence
Out for the courtroom
My knees get weak
My throat never been so dry
My lawyer pats
Me on my back
And says we'll be fine
Looking in his eyes
I know it's all a lie
I'm about to get
Fried alive

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