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 Category:  Humor Poetry
  Posted: September 13, 2019      Views: 46

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BRETT MATTHEW WEST 
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"Pansy" by Brett Matthew West
Pansy

I left the lounge down at the Nassau Hotel
I couldn't sleep and said, "Fare thee well"
I walked along the sidewalk 'neath overgrown trees
Singin', pickin' pansies, swayin' in the evenin' breeze
I was surrounded, one copper said, "That's him. Come with us you know it's 4am."
They are gonna get you. See, they got a curfew
And, you are gonna go to the Nassau City Jail

They tossed me in the car and drove back to town
I asked, "Just where the hell are we bound?"
Emptied my pockets, took blue pills and pocket knife
They told me to shut up. I knew I was in for life
Locked me in a cell and went home for the night
"Come here you S.O.B. this ain't right!"
They are gonna get you. See, they got a curfew
And, you are gonna go to the Nassau City Jail

I paced back and forth. Now and then I would yell
And kicked my Gucci's against my cell
I walked awhile. I kicked awhile. Nobody came.
At the crack of dawn they still hadn't taken my name
Free to go, I said, "Give me them things of mine."
They gave me a pansy on a line
They are gonna get you. See, they got a curfew
And, you are gonna go to the Nassau City Jail

Author Notes
Purple Pansy, by CammyCards, selected to compliment my poem.

So, thanks CammyCards, for the use of your picture. It goes so nicely with my poem.
Pays one point and 2 member cents. Artwork by CammyCards at FanArtReview.com

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