Seeing Red
a trilonnet
My naïveté inspires this rhyme.
You lied to me, I turned my head,
you stole my keys, the day we met.
No accident, you made the climb -
two flights of stairs with breakneck tread
for red Corvette in greed you sweat.
You took my wheels, committed crime
because you love the color red?
I love my car but greater yet
I love the fact you're doing time
while I embrace my keys instead.
This time in jail you will regret
and if you steal my car again
you'll lie in state till who knows when.
Reason A Poteet
historical
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