Revised sonnet #104
Ive got the week end left of latest lag
Ive flogged off secretly the stash of shanks
I used to catch the clowns or punish pranks
Id punch them down and make the pillow gag
To anger management its total thanks
Ill shrug off females when they nag and nag
On civvy street Ill merge in common ranks
Ill leave alone abandoned purse or bag
Ill miss the most a certain comfort doll
That started substitute as sleeping me
Id sawed off bars in plan to scarper free
The anger management proposed parole
I sliced the hair to bob on smuggled wig
I fell in love the nice tits not that big
Chorus wig peruke toupee
