In Penitentiary-Orange

In Penitentiary-Orange

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

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 grills
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
The toiletries empty roll
In the Onesy
Jonesing
In Penitentiary-Orange.

© 2018 Butch Decatoria


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Added on May 17, 2018
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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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