Confessions of a Troubled Youth
I stole a Cutlass Supreme when
I was sixteen, drove it to the coast,
torched it on the side of the highway.
I could feel the heat on my back
as I walked away, see the flames
as they rose higher into the night.
Why did I do it? You might ask.
Because no one asked me not to.
(C) 2010 James Eric Watkins
I stole a Cutlass Supreme when
I was sixteen, drove it to the coast,
torched it on the side of the highway.
I could feel the heat on my back
as I walked away, see the flames
as they rose higher into the night.
Why did I do it? You might ask.
Because no one asked me not to.
(C) 2010 James Eric Watkins