Wasted Time

by Mr. Anonymous

I’m so tired of being in jail

Too bad I can’t afford to pay my bail

I’ve been down ‘bout a year and a few months

I don’t do shit but make money and smoke blunts

I have a beautiful daughter and gorgeous wife

Layle and Sarah the Number Ones in my life

I start trial here soon it gots me stressed out

First degree murder it carries so I just want to scream and shout

But I won’t let it bring me down

There’s no time for worry and useless frowns

I haven’t called mama in almost 6 months

Hearing her cry is just way too much

She doesn’t understand why I don’t write back

If only she knew she would cut me some slack

I wish I could go back in time

And find a place to hide during the crime

I wouldn’t be here I’d be on the streets

Out with my daughter and wife and even my peeps

Well this is the end of my poem

Hope you like reading about my misery and struggles and strife.

Wasting Time

by Bobby Casarez

When I was young I never thought I’d be in a position like this.

In a jail writing class, writing ‘bout all kinds of different shit.

I don’t think I’ve wasted any time ‘cuz if I could go back

I wouldn’t change shit.

Everything happens for a reason, it’s not just coincidence.

I’ve enjoyed every one of these unique experiences,

I don’t think there’s such a thing as a waste of time.

What fun is life if you walk a straight line?

Have fun and do what you do and maybe your time will fly.

And don’t mourn the ones you’ve lost just believe it was their time.

Shit happens and you never really know why,

so just live your life and don’t believe that you’re wasting time.