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Jul 21
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.
Nolan Bucsis
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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     Jimmy silker and Thomas W Case
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