Prison Story Allegory
Glory, glory, hear my story, it’s time for me to tell
oratory of a gory crime; for I must dwell
pre-purgatory ‘til I’m hoary slime in hell.
Jury, jury, discriminatory, my crime you must expel.
Sorry, sorry for past outlawry but I’m not doing well --
Damnatory is this multi-story sub-prime prison cell,
territory of predatory gangs and grime and smell,
inflammatory, fueled by fury, to prime my primal yell!
Submitted July 1, 2020 for the “Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest” sponsored by Beth Evans.
(Perhaps its a “quadruple?”)
Copyright © Eric Cohen | Year Posted 2020
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