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Nolan Bucsis
Poems
Jul 21
Petty Crime
They never turn
Off the lights
In city buckets.
There's always some
Drunk Indian calling on
Some high fat guy.
Both of them full
Of ****.
And the pigs,
Come round
Ever so
Often
As never at all.
I saw a guy drown
In his own puke
For two hours,
Cause they couldn't
Be assed,
To walk around.
I cant sleep in
The drunk tank,
Sometimes I'd freak out.
Flooded a cell once
Psychotic
On amphetamines and
Pure
Mental illness.
Am I emotionally attached
To these
Struggles of
Mine?
Nah, just a thing
That happens.
None of it meant
Much.
Just an inconvenience.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis
41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)
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