The warden's dog steals every snack,
The inmates plot to get them back.
A daring heist for honey buns,
'Til Fluffy wins, and off he runs!
The gym’s a war of flexing might,
Larry claims he’s built for flight.
He jumps, he flaps, he hits the ground,
The weights just watch, they don’t rebound.
The prison chef’s the true enigma,
Serving stew with chunks of stigma.
Was that a bean, or was it glue?
If it still moves—you're doomed too.
Tattoo artist, cellblock legend,
Ink by day, regrets by seven.
An eagle looked so tough and wise,
Now it's a penguin with lazy eyes.
The books are old, the pages torn,
The plot? Confusing since day one.
Billy swears it's full of schemes,
Turns out—just grandma's cookie dreams.
The great escape? Just pure finesse,
Using spoons with zero success.
One guy digs for seven years,
He found a pipe—now he’s in tears.
Lights go out, the stories start,
Tallest tales with zero heart.
"Elvis once lived in this cell!"
Sure, and unicorns patrolled as well.
Caught in the act —
That’s a boyz-to-men
criminal fact
Court-ordered to lip unlock
No bail ...
bar code held in a cellblock
Cop daddy ‘cuffed embrace:
tough love
kiss given to a rap sheet face
Blue reach long arms of the law
pinching another juvenile adult
Rebel teen stunted conscience peer logo persist,
it violently ink grows thick-as-thieves tight knit
Street badge of honor to wear the striped outfit
Alibi remains intact, cage time bled
Closed mouth
yields full max Big House yard cred
Pinching of a made man,
ruffian alley boys all gritty grown up
Bang bang ...
rubber screech noise
Old men prove they be amoral tough
I Am a prisoner of love
bound to forgive
and taught to pursue peace
Taking pleasure in the flowering of the truth
is my daily routine
I’ve lost appetite hearing lies
Many times i’ve attempted to escape
from my cellblock
But the freedom i’ve found in love
is so overwhelming
it brings me down on my knees
prostrate upon the altar of love
There my deep emotions gushes out
groaning fervently in prayers
the world embraces love
I am sold out for love
My ego is no longer central
and there is no turning back
Am home
it's where i belong
This will forever be my song
A Poem by: Collins Cp
Copyright: 23rd March, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
The homophobic banker he was penned
That careless fool was found to misspend
He thought prison would be cake
Until he met fat old Jake
Now he has got a hairy boyfriend!
Up again at three,
Before the bellowing guards and shuffling feet,
The fluorescent dawn still hours away…
Hands too soft for hard labor
Dig crusty scales of brief escape
From the corners of watery eyes.
Hope dims as focus returns.
From my perch I survey
A sea of black iron bunks.
Shallow snores, dry coughs, wet farts.
Their dreams like their tattoos:
Crude and incomplete, childlike and menacing,
As threadbare and tattered as our bedsheets,
As pale and shadowy as the naked bulbs
Ever-burning at each end of our
Pink visqueen sky.
Now I recognize this place.
There is no justice here,
No reform, no rehabilitation, no reward,
Not even retribution.
Just the labored slumber
Of dry hopes and dreams of punctured flesh.
I close my eyes again, awaiting escape.
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