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Nut Screws And Bolts

Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever

Categories: inmates, fun, humor, psychological, silly,
Form: Rhyme

Like Inmates at Asylums

     How ironic to see ‘chain gangs’
       in elementary schools now

     Little kids roped together, inmates
       at asylums where madmen shoot at you

Categories: inmates, children, fear, irony, school,
Form: Free verse

WAUPUN WISCONSIN 1 BRUTALITY BEATING DISABLED INMATES MILWAUKEE FBI WW1 KING DAVID 1

WW1 WISCONSIN FOLKS MEANING THE PRISN SYSTEM IS CONTROLLED BY CORRUPTION CROOKED COPS MEXICAN QUEEN PIN DEALERS WW1 MEANING GANGSTER DISCIPLES THE 1 REPRESNT CITY FOLKS THE PITCH FORK YOU CAN VISIT THE WALLS BEHIND BARS STILL COVERED WITH VOMIT BLOOD SHT AND PISS AS CORRUPTION FALSE ARREST FALSE ACCUSE FINALLY GIVE FALSIFIED STATEMENTS IN

Categories: inmates, allah,
Form: Naat

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Inmates In Death Row

Inmates In Death Row

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Hohoho...
There, by the grace of God, go I...
What if, we did not have the opportunities we took in life.......
These inmates once seriously erred in their early years...
Now condemned to death after being jailed for umpteen years....
Does true justice  demands society exacts a life for a life...
Or death to those who peddle

Categories: inmates, angst, anxiety, blessing, christian,
Form: Free verse

The Inmates

The inmates 

The young prisoners with slingshots
fight an army that shoots back with sharp bullets
The young keep on fighting
An enemy the knows no mercy, control the water
supply and electricity.
How many young men and women must die?
Is the enemy willing to commit mass murder?
to eradicate a race of people?
The world looks but says little and some

Categories: inmates, anger, assonance, betrayal,
Form: Blank verse

A School For Inmates

We wear uniforms. 
Pleated cloth, v-necks, submission with a smile. Our uniform

We ask for privileges that should be our right. 
We are not prisoners, their is no barter system here. We have no rights.
Punishments do not fit the crime. We will always be caught.

Nature’s beauty suffocates as we are trapped inside our minds.

Don’t speak your

Categories: inmates, abuse, education, longing, mental
Form: Free verse

An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction

An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction
~Ricky Nichole Flanigan

 An inmate’s life is built with love, but permanently judged by social population,
 The unjust society plus there own family pushed mental states towards self mutilation.

 Personal acceptance, starts with believing in one’s true meaning,
 Stage one, starts now, to kick off whatever you might be

Categories: inmates, addiction, corruption, devotion, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme

Sydney Inmates

Sydney Inmates

Two inmates in Sydney had planned in advance
Hidden the bed sheets when they had a chance
Tied them together in a 60 foot length
Made sure they were tight and had enough strength
They planned the escape through their window it seems
And then over a wall by any old means
They planned their escape for last New Year’s

Categories: inmates, people, world,
Form: Rhyme

An Inmates Dark Christmas

An Inmates Dark Christmas....
It was the first Christmas right after my momma passed away.
Any other Christmas I'd be making the best of the situation, but it was a very dark day!
It was a day I wanted to escape from, and nothing could distract my mind.
My body felt so numb, and the pain fed off of

Categories: inmates, angst, loss, mother, nostalgiaday,
Form: Narrative

Purge Iii -- Fellow Inmates

No one understands the pain that I stand,

The blood in my hands,

And all of the sin that my body demands.

And God commands me not to do it.

And to myself I try to prove it,

Its no use, the devil made me do it.

He set a trap, I'd fall, he knew it.

So many girls so little time,

that's

Categories: inmates, angst, people, philosophy, teen,
Form: Rhyme