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A Way Home
Far passed the legal limit,
bully behaviour;
verbal abuse
spilling over the street.
I remember seeing
the white lights flashing,
stumbling back
to the concrete curb
away
from the yellow line.
Trying to find my way
home,
I heard the sirens calling,
warning me to quit
feeling blue and seeing red;
I tried
to walk straight,
ignoring the voices
inside my head.
He yelled at me
to stop
and I froze
over like Hell;
a drunk detained
in the back seat
of a patrol cruiser.
How could I talk
my way out of spending
the night in jail;
cuffed and cut up?
bully behaviour;
verbal abuse
spilling over the street.
I remember seeing
the white lights flashing,
stumbling back
to the concrete curb
away
from the yellow line.
Trying to find my way
home,
I heard the sirens calling,
warning me to quit
feeling blue and seeing red;
I tried
to walk straight,
ignoring the voices
inside my head.
He yelled at me
to stop
and I froze
over like Hell;
a drunk detained
in the back seat
of a patrol cruiser.
How could I talk
my way out of spending
the night in jail;
cuffed and cut up?
Published 7th Aug 2013
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Anonymous
7th Aug 2013 11:03pm
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7th Aug 2013 11:29pm
Thanks, it was quite the night to say the least. Did manage to get the officer to let me off home which was only a few blocks away, instead of throwing me in the drunk tank, which he had every right to.
2nd May 2015 00:02am
