‘Rhyme Doin’ Time’
A column for people to express their concerns via the pen!

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I came to gaol ‘cause done the wrong,
Was drinkin’ whiskey ’n smokin’ bongs.
When corner came I did not see,
The turning road, just like a vee.
At speed it rolled to grinding stop,
Atop my head, my glasses not.
Now sit in cell of nought to read,
The glasses gone! Of what I need!
I ask the system, to provide,
For that, my sight be magnified.
I need a choice for me to pick,
But only 4’s will do the trick!
But alas at Woodford, ain’t no claims,
For only 2’s are in the frames.
Maybe time! They’ll see our plight,
To give me 4’s and then my sight.
I came to gaol ‘cause done the wrong,
Was drinkin’ whiskey ’n smokin’ bongs.
When corner came I did not see,
The turning road, just like a vee.
At speed it rolled to grinding stop,
Atop my head, my glasses not.
Now sit in cell of nought to read,
The glasses gone! Of what I need!
I ask the system, to provide,
For that, my sight be magnified.
I need a choice for me to pick,
But only 4’s will do the trick!
But alas at Woodford, ain’t no claims,
For only 2’s are in the frames.
Maybe time! They’ll see our plight,
To give me 4’s and then my sight.
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.