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Some Random & Some Good Poetry Waking up to the whistles on guards,
It's time to get up you filthy slobs.
My mattress that i lie in is hard,
Wishing i hadn't joined the mob.
Open the prison doors and walk out,
Inspections in the morning are hardly in doubt.
Telling us to move while they shout,
In the hole you go if you pout.
Morning showers its the same old thing,
Scrubbing yourself with stale soap.
It's improtant in here to stay clean,
It's something we all have to cope.
Breakfast in the morning,
Makes me want to cry.
Every dawn its the same old thing,
Runny eggs and bacon overfried.
Jumping jacks and toe touchings too,
In the work-out yard.
After that walking to our cell rooms,
Cell inspections to find glass shards.
Night time arrives and lights out,
We lay on our hard mattresses.
The newbies in prison screams and shouts,
Wishing they were with the Mrs.
