Prison Earth
Prison Earth,
where the levels hurt,
Depending on your location,
Deeper do do,
Afghanistan worse,
The prison’s of our creation.
What is this place,
in mouldering time,
where I see it not at all,
on the prison earth,
right from my birth,
a criminal oh so small.
will ya trip n fall,
on the bladder gall,
at the abbatoir,
dunno?!?
Get anudder job,
Be a bloody snob
Shut yer gob
yer hopeless so n so …
Don Johnson 28-sep-11
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