by Pat Darnell | 2010
The best place to play
They call the ghetto
Where is there a park bench
... to lay down
... none in the shade
Where I can curl up
... and do time again
... can't afford, I don't ask
... lead a conscience green
... read your last letter last night
... whimpered alone
... all for lost time
... scripts down a scene
Unscripted it felt
What I think
ask her: No. It's done.
What am I going to tell everyone?
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