Kathy Fretwell Gandy Poet I do not know?

Locked Up In Jail

It isn't any fun
being locked up in jail.
Sitting all by my lonesome
in this cracker box cell.

The bed is too hard
and I never really rest.
I asked for a pillow
but they denied my request.

I go to sleep hungry
because the food is so rotten.
I never see a soul,
it seems I've been forgotten.

I'd try to escape
if I thought that I could.
But here in this jail,
I'm locked up pretty good.

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