what's out there ( a poetry story )

the felons of my past

i thought after the monster

i met even more monsters,

money came easy for you two,

probably from the drugs and birds you've stolen

the last thing i would think of,

came true

how can men,
especially men that i've only ever met once,

had a rocket to shoot in the sky to tell about who i was

don't think for a second you know my life

you couldn't last 2 hours with me

don't think i forgot cause i didn't

and never
fucking
will

i don't understand how you two can be so evil
but
have the world

i hope jail will be your forever home

don't think you went back to your town thinking i forget what you did to people

to me

i'm not done yet