In Penitentiary Orange Poem by Butch Decatoria

In Penitentiary Orange



The U. S. of A
"We're number Won! "
Millions committed
Striped pajamas
The Folks over
Incarcerated
Behind bars in the Big House
Hot
Damned
Shanked

WTF fashion of the day
For the caged bird
Is the Onesy
In Penitentiary-Orange

The dawgs
Pit the bulls' grey
songs / gone on too long.
Platinum grilled
The Billboard
Charts at #1
Roof Rough Wolf
Barking
The knuckle rings blinging
Krunking Twerking
Unemployed
Packing the heat
The sun as a gun
In hands of sons little ones
What's not
The thing to keep?

Feels like the odd side
Of the street
Lack of toiletries, an empty roll,
In his Onesy
Jonesing
In Penitentiary-Orange…

In Penitentiary Orange
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: strange,orange,reality
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Butch Decatoria

Butch Decatoria

Olongapo City, Philippines
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