Dear Employer.

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Dear emplawyer
I know you wanted
Me six feet under

I know you wanted
Me in a maximum holding facility
I know preferred you would
Be judge,jury and executioner
So be it
In this cooler I am
Not so comfy, but comfortable
Not regretful
At all, At all
For what I did
Even though it wasn’t tasteful
To any son of the soil
I wanna let you know
Given another chance, I would do it
Over and over again,infact
With  ingenuity
More than  the chip and pin technology
Sometimes the things I do to my fellow folks
I hate them
But sometimes, things just happen lets face it
So you know, your case was special
We are working late, was your close call the night before
Lazy pig was the compliment, the morning after
Not giving me audience to explain
My quarter hour truancy
Taking my neighbors sick kid to hospital
This is insanity
In the name of justice
You had your way
As I had my day
In court of course, as at now
Nothing matters, but doing my time
Holding the thought of exoneration at bay
Someday someplace
Where the past meets with the future
We’ll meet.

Till then old Sport, ciao

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