Since The Trains Left Appalachia II
By R. Gerard
a poem about home
a poem about caring
poem about time to face
rolled up and burned out
a poem about drugs
poem about roaches can't never get rid them bugs
poem about emotions being swept under rugs
papas on the current news
incarcerated mugs
two bit thieves
forty-five hollow point slugs
powder into paper and paper into food
so my kids, they wont be hungry and they can go to school
shit sounds like a sing song,
a stupid nursery rhyme
but i miss singing stupid shit, stuck here doing time
dying ain't a living josie
and papa he ain't home
i miss when he would sing to me
he wont pick up the phone
Saw momma saw his court date--we could tell that she was scared,
She did her best to hide it, whole lot she still ain't shared
and im still too young to understand that papa really cared.
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