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Who Says That Crime Doesn'T Pay

Note-Barlinnie Prison-is meant to be one of Britains toughest prisons.However,times are changing and many impoverished criminals see it as a roof over their head with no need to worry about where the next meal is coming from. It's Christmas at Barlinnie but Jimmys free now on the streets. He's homeless and bedraggled and ignored by friends he meets. Its Christmas at Barlinnie,all the cons are getting fed. Three course lunch,tea and mints,full breakfast and fried bread. Jimmys in and out of jail,a life full of crime and sin. Less money in his pocket now recession is kicking in. With no aspirations,a convict, thief and liar. His family have dis-owned him, all their dreams now lie in tatters. As mollycoddled prisoners,tuck into their Christmas treats. Jimmy's bones begin to freeze,it's minus fiveteen on the street. As mollycoddled prisoners,feast on a turkey steak. Jimmy's bellies empty,there is no food there on his plate. Distant moon in observation,Jimmy sleeps in cardboard box. Drunken revellers,slamming shutters,smell of hot-dogs,hungry fox. Fearful moon now glaring,as the night turns into day. Jimmy's dreaming of Barlinnie,who says that crime doesn't pay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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