The Great Gaspy Thing

Hey. Gaspy Ish

Woke up one morning November the first.

Things weren't at all bad but would surly get worse.

I finally had my first stay near the ocean.

Couldn't go outside it would surly provoke them.

11th floor with the boats sailing past me.

Reminded me of something in "The Great Gaspy".

Don't know what it was because I never read it.

If I ever lived that way i did forget it.

Don't read many stories about other people's lives.

When they fix their own I will take some advice.

You want to know how to reach your goals with the rich?

Stop worrying about what they think protagonist.

PATRICIA A. MANIACI

This poem is about my first morning at the MCC in San Diego.
If you are from California and pull out your DL you will catch the exact view from my bunk.
Bottom center..