by Mario Burns
Fresh off my latest fail
Drunk behind the wheel
Backwoods in eight feet of snow
Nodding out to the sound of the benzo
Jeep decides to kiss the ditch
Call for help, couldn’t be found
Time to take a rest and close my eyes
Awaken to the sound of pounding on the window
Three little pigs decide to take me for a ride
Profanity laced speeches I give on the way
Is this a dream?
Nope, the cuffs hurt my wrists
Arrive up the river
Questions I can not seem to answer
The fuzz kick my left foot
I flinch and hold my ground
“He’s resisting” I hear as my chin hits the floor
Twelve feet I count kicking my body into submission
Next day I leave the cooler
Nine months probation for a little grass
Once a week having to piss in front of the man
Almost a year of this shit is coming to a close
Two weeks from today, I will be a free man
Ganja party, oil, flowers, and hash
Will be awaiting me when I am done
Sobriety is a killer
Mary Jane is a gift to us all
Almost done being violated
Three, Two, One, Lift-off
illustration: David Pratt