Night III

A cop follows me

The law enforcer

I can feel the alcohol sloshing in my stomach

Not much

Hardly any

But I know I’ll be slapped with a ticket

Barred up and imprisoned

Written up

And a dark stain streaked across my blank record

But he passes me

And the only bars that are placed around me are

The ones I put there

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