Just Another Day on the Job
Upon entrance to my prison
The evil is present and real
Despair hangs like a thick black fog
The rafters sweat words of hate
Walls reek of jealousy
As I begin the decent to my cell
I feel my very soul being raped of its life force
The atmosphere chills me to the bone
As cold steel pressed against my skin
The ground I walk on offers no comfort
It just laughs, taunting my aching joints
Screams echo in the distance
Nameless voices crying for freedom
My cell door slams shut in violent anger
As the warden begins bellowing his commands
I sit at my concrete slab, pen in hand
And say, dear Lord, it’s only 8 a.m.
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