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.
Copyright © Kathy Fretwell Gandy | Year Posted 2008
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