Shoplifting

by Charlotte   Jun 30, 2005


I never thought I'd get caught
Shoplifting some wanted things
Then one day I stole some make up
That they realized I had not bought

I was taken out to a jail
Where a week i had to spend
The place was so bare and dull
And it smelled ever so stale

I had to work out in the yard
And sleep in a tiny cell
It felt so weird to live in
A place where everything was barred

After eating the rotting, smelly food
And showering in front of twenty other girls
I decided my stealing would end!
That place changed my whole attitude

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lynz

    Really? That SUCKS MONKEY NUTS!!!
    well Im glad you're done w/ that cute poem, tho
    love always,
    Lyndsey
    p.s. email me on how things are going...