PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My love for Jacob is about to thaw;
For, he has had me arrested by the law.
But, all I really need is my poetry;
Others like me will agree;
That what keeps you, in the drunk tank, from going insane;
Is the fact that you are using your brain.
I am a person poetically inspired;
And though I am drunk, I am not tired.
For, many of my creative juices are flowing;
Even after, in the breathalizer, I was blowing.
This cell has the look of being quite boring;
I'm sure that, in the past, many have been snoring.
But, I'm awake, and my mind is busy;
I'm really not in a tizzy.
For, poetry does much for me to relax;
Where I don't have to worry about ass-jacks;
I'm in here all alone, but I can hear comforting noises outside;
So, I do not feel like I have to hide.
I am having the poetic time of my life;
And, I am doing it without the intention of being Jacob's common-law wife.
For, I am planning to pawn my ring;
That will do very much to make my heart sing.
The only things that I will miss are my kitties;
Which really won't end up very pretty.
But, I can be a better person without him;
For, as a good responsible man, I will always doubt him.