Confined to your jail cell like jack in the box, because you stole their belongings, now they've changed their locks, I thought you'd learn the first time when you went behind bars, for simply violating parole, I was wrong, and you're left with scars.... Now you have a record that won't ever be swiped clean, and the local officers, define you as "the worst they've ever seen." You broke in there house took their furniture, T.V and money, grabbed their stereo system etc... I bet you now you don't think it's funny, As you sit in total confinement, with nothing but walls to stare at, I hope "Bubba" is quite horny and wants to get a little of that... (if you know what I mean) Some just don't learn, and their actions will repeat, released back into society, with only them-selves to defeat.
Reason for writing:
A punk ass named Justin inspired me to write this poem.
His family bailed him out of jail recently, but he'll wind
up with "bubba" wanting to bump him in the buttox again.
He never will learn unless he finds him-self dead in the gutter.
Birth sign: Virgo
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