Everyday Our Shift Starts @ 4.
That’s When We Go Behind The Steel Door.
We Get Our Assignments & Head To Center Gate,
Pickup Mailbags Trying Not To Be Late.
We Fill Out The Logs, & Count The Meds,
Tell The Inmates To Get On Their Beds.
We Take A Count And Hope It Clears,
Call Out The Mail To Listening Ears.\
Then We Send Them Off To the Chow Hall To Be Fed.
Some Of The Inmates Will Stay In Their Bed.
Then It’s Back To The Dorm & Then 3rd Yard.
They Play Soccer, Softball, Volleyball And More,
They Have Some Fun And It Doesn’t Seem Like A Chore.
When 3rd Yard Closes, They Come Back To Their House,
Some Come In Loud, And Some Quiet As A Mouse.
The O.I.C Will Come In The Dorm Making Rounds,
Looking For Wrongs And Suspicious Sounds.
He’ll Sign The Log And Then Be Gone,
That’s If He Finds Nothing Wrong.
Internal Security Will Bring Mail to Reroute,
After It’s Sorted, It’s Passed Out.
When Time Gets To 11 Pm We Send Them To Bed,
Tell Them To Lay down Their Weary Head.
By 12 O’clock We Need Some Relief,
Every night, That’s Our Belief.
We Do This Every Night You See,
For We Are The Officers Of D.O.C.
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