Gregory Cuoco Rum For Your LifeLate nights end, From a vacant house, I descend. Basement, moonlight, Blue and red, cop’s sight. Poison emitted into a cage. Rats trapped go insane. Party’s no more. Nikes running, Track stars sprinting, Heart starts drumming. Snake in a bush. Handcuffs slapped. Cell plundered, just like that. Fog strikes soon. Phone call pops. Made all up, by the cops. Punishment sentenced, When truth still knocks. Head still ringing. Parents pay bail. Try to get a word in, But my mouth feels full of nails. Home in my room, ten years later, Now I’m the town’s mayor.
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