Timothys Poem

My brother told me I could write

you cause you a descent man.

He told me you was in prison for

stupid shit that no one understands

Every time I wrote you, you

wrote back it was happiness I couldn’t

Lack then that last letter you didn’t

write back I was so sad but yet

So mad I thought you really liked

me I thought you really cared I

thought you wanted to be there.

Your really missing out I know

when you get out you’ll want me back !