Probation

My youth was caught in Hillcrest jail

Prostrate as festering entrails

 

When the 6th year past, on my graduation day

I received the last concoction, without delay

Uncorked the bottle labelled success

Fresh creativity bloom, guaranteed youth

 

6 years too late

I never found it

It found itself free

Of creative utility

 

So here lies my youth

asphyxiated by you

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