31/12/2019
I’m sick of blessed
Sick of saying I’m blessed
Cos I got six years
Cos it’s an easy jail
Cos I’ve got a supportive family
Cos I’ve got supportive mates
Cos I’ve got a kitchen job
Enough money for smokes
Deodorant and shampoo
I’m sick of blessed
Cos I got recommended for parole
Cos I only had one fight
Cos I have my own cell
In a quiet cottage
Blessed would be:
Never having been in a situation
Where it was necessary
To break the law
Never putting my family through hell
Not seeing my mother behind glass
Blessed would be
Not spending a small fortune
On a top lawyer
Not losing six years of my life
To these walls
And any kind of life
Different to this one
I’m sick of blessed
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I often say I’m either the luckiest unlucky person or the unluckiest lucky person. It is truly a miracle that I’m still alive after all I’ve been through but a great tragedy that I went through the trials of my wild existence at all. Call it a fluke or a liberal dose of common sense but my time was probably easier than many and I’m fully conscious of the position of privilege that allowed me to pay for decent lawyers. Life happens to people..
