Life’s Lotto

(Warning: Some readers may not like the persona of this theme as expressed.) Seventeen and sentenced condemned slandered as not industrious? Boy defaced accused you aren’t no man some sorry wilted wimp can’t stand no ground? Freaks wouldn’t give you torn toilet paper used to wipe ass. Even if bout begging for stake job you asked. No way back no where to go... high school drop-out... to jail you wilt go. Incarceration completes degradation default completes an education destitute can freely attend. No charge. “There but for the grace of God go thee and me.” Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/