A Prison Yard Tale:

I exercise, I smile

I groan as I lift the weights,

I listen and learn as inmates chat

Oh Jeez… I could never do that!

Bench press now, my eyes to the side

Counting away, as was advised,

The yard if full of empty souls

But a laugh as Ripley tips his bowls.

The yard is fun, our meeting place

Now and then a brand new face.

‘Fresh Meat on the block’ there comes a cry

But me I am ‘crunching’ by the by.

A Guard appears.. Thank Gawd it’s Vince

Some inmates cringe, the rest just wince

For me he seems like clean fresh air,

Perhaps I just love his long dark hair.

This yard is cold despite the sun

Due to the fact we lost Yumtum,

Her tastes were, I admit, obscure

But as to her fate, we can never be sure.

A dead man rises, he’s had a dream

Nightmare more like if judging by scream,

He saw a ghost visit his cell

But all I said was ‘welcome to hell’.

So in the end I can only say

Please come and visit but do not stay.

‘Cause once you’re in, no disrespect

You’ll keep coming back..Oh what the heck!

From inside the walls of Ghul Prisonwe think from Baron DeSantis but no word has been heard from him for a few days, we can only hope this is his way of letting us know he is still alive.Dana

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