Getting something I didn't deserve
This False Pretense
Caused my nerves
To go tense
This will destroy me
From the inside out
I am not free
I am ready to shout
These false facts
Which got me possessions
I didn't cover my tracks
Throughout these recessions
I robbed someones past
I took something they held dear
I wouldn't last
My end is near
This jury
Will decide
In fury
Where I reside
I was the bait
I was a mirage
I was too late
Holding my hands over my visage
I was accepted into this gang
Which was called dynamite
We went out with a bang
I knew this wasn't right
I was running so low on money
That it got insane
It wasn't funny
All I felt was pain
I worked on their job with stealth
With cunning
To get wealth
But I ended up running
Out on the job
Filled with transgressions
To rob
Their lost possessions
I was standing in court
I failed
But it was cut short
But they still bailed
Getting something I didn't deserve
This False Pretense
Caused my nerves
To go tense
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoesiaJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)