Holding Cell Resentments

My eye has been twitching

And through all this bitching

I haven’t had nary a thought

About what I would do

Had it not been for you

I wouldn’t have ever been caught,

But now I can’t sleep

Not even a peep

This cell is a cold small lot

So in the meantime

While you’re dropping the dime

I’ll dream about how’ll you’ll get got

To write you a poem

Straight from the dome

I thought I’d give it my best shot,

You scared little shit

Im putting out the hit

You haven’t got much time now

The boys they are coming

A dark tune they are humming

They’re gonna bring you right out of town

Proof I critiqued some work https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/93fgez/go_for_the_gold/e3dyqo5/ https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/93c4ag/i_like_you_you_dont_like_me/e3dz1jo/