Friday’s jubilant tradition
Is upon us once again,
After work inebriation
Starts with one and ends with ten.
Now the working week’s concluded
And I’ve drunk way too many,
Taking roads I find secluded
Except for that family.

Roads of ruin through Friday’s eyes.

Law enforcement taking statements
I can barely stand-up straight,
Now awaiting my arraignment
How much will I have to pay?
To secure my own freedom
Till a jury does decide,
That my freedom should be seldom
Cause I do it all the time.

Roads of ruin through Friday’s eyes.

A decade incarcerated
Parole gets me out early,
You see I’m now some what jaded
Cause they released the likes of me.
For crying out loud, for Christ’s sake
I murdered four loving lives,
Is it not my warranted fate?
To stay caged until I die.

The road to ruin should coin my eyes.
12/07/08 ADO

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