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Poem Gas
Posted on: 04/12/08
What Law?
What Law?All along I think that maybe it had already detained me,
Back then when I didn't know what could truly become.
All at once I knew it was something, a familiar comfort to fill all these
Nothings, taking my all when I decided to just try some.
Believing I knew that what I really needed was some other something
than what I'd proceeded to use as the something to fill the void and need.
No, Sir, I'm not in possession of any drug, paraphernalia, or any weapon;
No stolen items, or anything for which you should arrest me.
No hypodermic accident waiting to stick you from the pocket of my pants,
I've never banged anything in these veins, as you can see.
Well, yes, I knew that bag was there, the entire time I was fully aware, but
I'd say it again, since it's the drug, Sir, that's in possession of me.
I don't understand why you're grabbing my hands, the cuffs are too tight,
This is not what I planned, and I can't mask the fear that now rises inside me.
Yes, Sir, I'll confess! I'll even turn State's evidence,
If instead you'll arrest this drug that's in possession of me.
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Poem Gas
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