Monday, January 25, 2010

Poem 1


I dwell in this cell
This is a state-imposed hell
Nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide

Gray walls peeling, water dripping
The floor is as cold as my dreams
My frustration it bursts at the seams
The man's schemes and plans got me caged and enraged

The dude on my left says it's not my fault
He'll pay my bail to bust me outta jail
The Man on my right just ignores me
And why is he dressed nicer than me?

I used to like bars, but now I hate 'em
A guard outside stares at my jumpsuit
Color of a Halloween pumpkin
I have no chance with this thing on; no way I can escape

I dwell in this cell
This is a self-imposed hell



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