a prison poem.... |
Blue from West Oz |
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Master and Commander Posts: 2357 | Subject: a prison poem.... ....what's got into me? anyway, here's something I came up with today. Kathy said I need to use some metaphors, but, that's as clear as mud to me ( lol ) oh yeah, gaol = jail Boss = Officer down the back = punishment cells Recovery = our inhouse 'police', we do it as part of our duties and we patrol within. Blue *_* “Boss, Boss…..” All day long Relentlessly, demanding Wanting it now Why do you make my gaol so hard You wouldn’t last a week he said, unknowingly Everything at their disposal If only the victims could see Showers every day Phone calls to Mum Movies by the hour Letters to and fro Population explosion A cell mate for you But he smokes Boss So f*ck you Tension boils over You’re not moving cells Recovery called Down the back for a short stay Spoilt big kids Want everything their own way Poor innocent me I’ve heard them say No thoughts for grandma They bashed one drugged up day The little girl asked for it So we lock them away I went under the sea No showers, no letters No moon or sun for me For 7 weeks at a time Why do you make my gaol so hard You wouldn’t last a week he said, unknowingly If only the victims could see | ||