Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Reassurance That She Will Be Okay

Take this poem for what it is worth...

First night in apartment awakened
In the wee hours of the morn 
By the sound of screaming and
The sound of a loud fire horn.

Fire began in our building, the apt. 
Above and to the right of ours
Evacuation done as a safety measure
To hear that everyone was okay
Was indeed a pleasure
- Builder of meth lab, meth lab
Needs rehab.
Just sayin'.

Yesteryear, when the still blew up
No one was hurt except the owner, 
And the user of the still, for stills 
Were made back in the woods.

Now they brew "stuff" in the heart of town
Where innocent babies, children 
And adults can be found.



Still Doing What I Can, While I Can
Alma Jones
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