'Prison'

'Prison'

A Poem by Michael Stevens
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The Johnny Cash song, minus the talent!

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Johnny Cash--'Jackson'

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.
Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.
When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cause I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye, " that's all she wrote.
But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,
Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.
Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'
And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...

NOT Johnny Cash--'Prison'

I got busted in a pawn shop, was stupid, there is no doubt
should have left in a hurry, but like a dumb s**t I hung around
I robbed the place, now I'm going down
Oh s**t, going to prison,
Look out, I'm prison-bound

Yeah, when I get there I'll walk through the front door
Guess I should have stuck to liquor stores
Yeah, when I'm in prison,
plenty of time for regrets,
and I'll think about not doing it anymore

When I'm permanently camped on that cell block, ha!
I'll be a boy-toy, and how, a prisoner to the lock
I'll be in prison, hey, turn loose a-my hair!
Yes, I've heard all about prison
Damn it, it just ain't fair

Won't bend over in prison,
or drop the soap getting clean
keep a close eye on your backside,
if you know what I mean,
'cause you won't like that scene

I got busted in a pawn shop, was stupid there's no doubt
should have left in a hurry, but like a dumb s**t I hung around
I robbed the place, now I'm going down
Oh s**t, going to prison,
Look out, I'm prison-bound

I got busted in a pawn shop, was stupid there's no doubt
should have left in a hurry, but like a dumb s**t I hung around










© 2017 Michael Stevens


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The cursing is not funny. I don't mean that in a slanderous way, its just not funny. I think you can do better.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on April 25, 2017
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Michael Stevens
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I write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..

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