Beware some would say He is beyond repair You wouldn't wish to See him anywhere Such an unwelcoming sight If you saw him out late at night. In trouble often with the law Then locked behind prison doors He spent some time within those cells A place he called a living hell For many years he would rant and rage His life then turned another page. Some thing happened to set him free He found his solice in poetry The judge he saw a different man Not like the man he knew before A second chance that opening door. He said goodbye to all his crimes No longer the villain he used to be He made his escape through poetry.