Barbed Wires

There is a squirrel in my cell Listen to this because I have things to tell. I named the brat Hope Like whom one day I too wish to elope With no footprints to trace To feel the wind on my face. You may wonder What am I doing here In this bloody house of hell? Like most other inmates And our dear Alice I slipped down the rabbit hole And fell, and fell, and fell. The felony of this felon? A first-degree murder Vicious, vile and venomous Horrid, horrible and hideous Shot his brains out with a bullet Cut his dick into pieces Pierced his heart with a knife. The son of a deserved it For thrice that beastly night With No conscience, No consent, But yes amidst a ***ing fight He raped my wife He raped my beautiful wife! She died from the brutal assault My Nirbhaya. Call it fate or call it the ***ed up legal system The dead rapist was Declared innocent. For he allegedly was lured Into the heinous act By my wife's "luscious short skirt" Apparently her "thighs were showing" But the murderer Imprisoned for life. Not a good life to live Of that of a con or an ex-con Where Every day, Every second One mourns and mourns and mourns. A Stinky 6 by 8 is all I have now No breath of fresh air Days filled with prayers Nights with nightmares Walls scribbled with a vow To fight till my sanity gives up Or somebody sane on the outside Reads my story of despair And if nothing else Sends me a ***ing wheelchair. Yes last month I lost my legs In a bloody prison warfare And yes decades ago I lost all family ties For nobody wants to be Involved in a con's affair Imprisoned for life But who the *** cares! Who the cares.