They put me in prison for the deed I've done, <br />For I killed the drunk driver who crippled you, son. <br />Your mother, my wife, she died in that wreck. <br />That's the other reason I broke that man's neck. <br /> <br />His dad was in congress and pulled lots of strings, <br /> So well connected he could do many things. <br /> I live in this hellhole with all sorts of men; <br />I’m sure glad most like me and call me their friend. <br /> <br />The food here is so awful, I've lost many pounds. <br />I'd rather feast on the vittles the guards toss the hounds. <br />At night we play cards and you don't dare cheat; <br />For if you get caught, you’ll be stomped on by feet. <br /> <br />Most our inmates have some sort of knife, <br />To help out their odds in a fight for their life <br />I took me a padlock and snapped it on a chain, <br />Then hid it in my pant-leg to keep from being slain. <br /> <br />I get to see you on our family day; <br />The worst part about it, is when you cry as you play. <br />Many times you question, 'dad, when can you leave? ' <br />As the tears from your eyes dropp to my sleeve. <br /> <br /> Our visit is now over as they wheel you away, <br />I whisper, 'I love you' and you see what I say. <br />It's time to go back to my one-room, shared cell <br />And try to write a song about a sad dad in jail. <br /> <br />By Soul Poet <br />Tom Zart <br />Most Published Poet <br />On The Web<br /><br />Tom Zart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-poet-tom-zart-s-a-sad-dad-in-jail/
