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.
Categories:
penitentiary, cool, crazy, funny, giggle,
Form: Rhyme
Steel gates whisper his name in the wind,
Legends bow, their bravado dimmed.
A gaze like thunder, a voice like stone,
King of the shadows, he stands alone.
No chains could bind the fire inside,
No walls could tame his ruthless pride.
Even the hardest, the ones who don’t break,
Learned to watch their step, learned to hesitate.
He walks, and silence floods the halls,
No echoes follow, just loaded pause.
One misstep, one reckless glance,
Would seal a fate—not left to chance.
Respect carved deep like marks on stone,
A legacy sung in whispers alone.
Not through words, nor through might,
But through the weight of his burning sight.
Even guards keep their measured tread,
Prisons hold many, but not all are bred
From storms that rage, from roads untamed—
Only one name, forever ingrained.
He is the line, the line unbroken,
The name unchallenged, the word unspoken.
Even time, in quiet refrain,
Bows its head—won't call his name.
Categories:
penitentiary, character, deep, destiny, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Steel bars whisper cold truths at night,
A jungle of killers, no room for fright.
Survival ain't luck, it's blood and bone,
Earn your name or die unknown.
Respect ain't given, it's taken in war,
A blade in the dark, a fist to the jaw.
Weakness is death, don’t flinch, don’t fold,
Only the ruthless make it old.
No second chances, no rewind, no grace,
One wrong move, they’ll rearrange your face.
Ain’t no nine lives, just one shot to last,
Make it count or fade fast.
The yard’s a battlefield, the rules are clear,
Stand your ground, show no fear.
If it goes down, handle your biz,
Ain’t no mercy where killers live.
Every step’s a test, every glance a threat,
A life of war, no time for regret.
You bang with the hardest, you earn your place,
Or get erased without a trace.
Chains don’t break, they only weigh,
A lifetime lost, but dues to pay.
You either rise or rot away,
In the penitentiary, where demons play.
Categories:
penitentiary, betrayal, character, conflict, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
Dodge Penitentiary, what are those voices/
Dodge Penitentiary, losing my mind doing time/
Dodge Penitentiary, where the am I?/
I entered Dodge Penitentiary, hardest of the hard/
My paws on the concrete, ready to fight/
I see familiar faces in the shadows/
Are they still my friends or will they test me/
Schizophrenic like crazy, my first time in prison/
I may be paranoid, but, I can hold my own/
My friends greet me, I'm part of the gang/
So... I see I'll be doing easy time here/
We run the prison, we control the Penitentiary/
I'm eating good, I hit the weight pile/
In no time, I'm packing on muscles/
I become the most respected here/
The guards learn to fear and respect me/
Dodge Penitentiary, vato, this easy time/
Ride or die in this Penitentiary/
Feels like home, but I miss my freedom/
Vato, this easy time/
Ummm... Does anyone know the Antichrist entered Dodge Penitentiary/
Categories:
penitentiary, character, conflict, crazy, deep,
Form: Free verse
Soaking suds at the pub
and somebody said, Son.
One just ain't enough
but three is too many.
And don't forget about when,
You're running on empty.
You want to paint the town.
With your fave gal Wendy.
Then the Judge says, now.
They have evidentiary.
I Gotta lock You down.
Inside the Penitentiary
And you're not getting out.
For half of this Century.
Seems like three.
May lead to tragedy.
Categories:
penitentiary, character,
Form: Rhyme
Not once did I note,
That the circumstances were of my own delineation,
Strapped in chains of my own making,
Entangled in a web of my own creation,
Incarcerated in a volary of my own making,
Now in the air casting castles of liberation,
Which I know too well may never come into being.
Categories:
penitentiary, perspective, sad love, stress,
Form: Rhyme