Another poem i found of mine written on a napkin…from years back. This one was from a true story about getting thrown in jail for worshiping once in Oakland. But, for the record, i wasn’t entirely naked, but did have a clown fro on, as i was working as a clown at the time! My life always makes me laugh! And that they let me keep my little bible, which was all i really owned in the world at that time! Now the print is too tiny for me to read! But it’s still there, tucked in my holster!

Buckle on my tiny bible

Too small print to read

The one they let me keep in Oakland jail

That time I was worshiping naked in the woods with my clown fro on.

Now I keep that book

In A texas holster

Buckled on my leather belt.

Like a cowboy preacher

With a prison ministry.

Gotta tell that kid the good news

We had the same name

My bunk mate and I

After all.