Damn that undercover cop;
I should have known the game.
Of the situation, I was on top;
To be reckoned with, I was a name.
Now I sling a wet string mop;
Excuses all ring lame.
I deserved to get that pop;
My wildness they do tame.
It’s my own damned fault that I’m here;
Couldn’t stayed from that man.
No need now to shed a tear;
Too late - - I’m stuck in this can.
Patricia Prewitt
December 10, 2005
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