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Correctional Officers Prayer

We Go Inside The Fence For Every Shift,
We Pray It’s Safe, Peaceful And Swift.

We Put Up With Inmates, Convicts, 
Administration & The Rest.
We Pray Each Day To Do Our  Best.

We Have A Thin Line That We Must Walk,
With Courage From God, We Shall Not Balk.

Each Day We Put Ourselves In Harm’s Way,
So Our Family & All Have A Safer Day.

This We Do, To Better The World You See,
For We’re The Officers Of The D. O. C.

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Jerry's Thoughts

It’s poetry time at W.C.I.
Y’all gather round and I’ll tell you why.

Once again, Ole’ Sarge I bored.
Remembering back to old feelings stored.

He thinks of his life and what he has done.
He’s had bad times and he’s had fun.

His parent’s approval he tried to get.
He’s nearly 60 and ain’t got it yet.

With is mother, past, and wife gone.
Is there a reason for him to go on?

His father remarried and has a new life.
He stays mostly with family of his wife.

Since his father’s remarriage, he’s an outcast.
He wonders how long this feeling will last.

He must divorce, he knows that’s true.
He just doesn’t know what next to do.

He has a couple of friends who will stand by.
Though he really, really wonders why.

He knows this divorce needs to be done.
He knows that it will not be fun.

But he is tired of always being alone!
He needs more than a voice by telephone.

He wants someone to actually care.
He needs some to be there.

The last few years, she would not kiss.
That is when he knew things were amiss.

She said, "no sex till you lose 100 lbs.”
Then touching her became out of bounds.

She said she knew years ago.
That he didn’t lover her, and it’s time to go.

He knows their time is at end.
What he needs now is a friend.

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Evening Shift At Prison

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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The Correctional Officer's Last Interview

SOMETIMES WHEN IT’S QUIET AND I AM ALL ALONE I GET A SCARE.
I WANDER WHAT IT WILL BE LIKE WHEN I GET THERE.

AS A C.O. I HOPE TO LOOK AT THE LORD 
& HOLD STRAIGHT & SQUARE.
I HOPE MY BOOTS SHINE AND MY I AM JUDGED FAIR.

HE WILL SAY, “OFFICER WHAT DO I DO WITH YOU?”
“HAVE YOU TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK & TO MY CHURCH BEEN TRUE?”

I WILL ANSWER, “I HAVEN’T ALWAYS BEEN TRUE
 YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE TO WORK ON SUNDAYS, TOO!”

YOU CAN’T TURN THE OTHER CHEEK. 
WHEN YOU TOTE A BADGE, THEY'LL THINK THAT YOU ARE WEAK. 

SOMETIMES I WAS TOUGH 
& SOMETIMES I WAS VIOLENT & ROUGH. 

BUT I NEVER TOOK ANYTHING THAT DIDN’T BELONG TO ME.
I ALWAYS TRIED TO BE A GOOD MAN FOR ALL TO SEE. 

I NEVER PASSED ON A CALL OF SOMEONE IN NEED.
I DID MY BEST TO HELP OTHERS TO SUCCEED.

PLEASE LET ME IN, I DON’T NEED MUCH. 
I’M NOT USED TO RICHES, AND SUCH.

I KNOW I DON’T DESERVE A PLACE AMONG THE PEOPLE HERE.
BUT I WAS ALWAYS THERE TO CALM THEIR FEAR.

THE LORD SAID, “OFFICER, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR JOB WELL!” 
“COME RIGHT ON IN, YOU HAVE ALREADY SPENT YOUR TIME IN HELL!”

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Midnite Shift At Florida Dept of Corrections

EVERY NIGHT BEHIND THE WALL,
WE TAKE OUR POSTS ONE AND ALL.

WE CHECK EQUIPMENT & COUNT THE MEDS,
WATCH THE INMATES IN THEIR BEDS.

WE MAKE OUR ROUNDS TO CHECK AND SEE,
IF WE CAN FIND DISCREPANCY.

WE COUNT THE INMATES WHILE MAKING A ROUND.
LISTENING FOR ANY STRANGE SOUND.

WHEN IT IS TIME, WE CALL IN THE COUNT.
THAT IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.

EVERY HOUR IS AN INFORMAL COUNT.
EVERY HALF HOUR A SECURITY CHECK.

WE DO THIS ALL NIGHT UNTIL 3:20.
WAKE UP 1ST FOOD SERVICE IF WE HAVE ANY.

AT 4 AM WE SEND THEM OUT.
AT 4:15 AN INFORMAL COUNT.

4:20 AM WE WAKE UP INMATES FOR MEDS.
AT 5:00 AM WE COUNT THE INMATES IN THER BEDS.

AT 5:15 WE WAKE THE REST
1ST DORM TO CHOW, CLEANED THEIR DORM BEST.

AT 6:45, THE FEEDING DONE
WE’RE WATCHING FOR THE RISING SUN.

WE ROUND THEM UP AND COUNT AGAIN,
WE KNOW OUR SHIFT IS ABOUT TO END. 

WHEN THE COUNT CLEARS IT’S TIME TO SAY, “GOOD BYE.”
WE’RE THE MINIGHT SHIFT AT WAKULLA C. I.

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My Officer's Prayer

As Is Sit Here Behind The Wall,
Care, Custody & Control Of Inmates One & All.

I Wonder What God Will Say,
When I Stand Before Him On That Day?

He Knows That I Have Not Always Been Good.
And I Didn’t Always Do As I Should.

With The Inmates Sometimes I Have Been Rough.
To Survive In Here, An Officer Has To Be Tough.

I Think I Know What Might Be Said,
After Them Lamb’s Book Has Been Read.

Come In My Son, You’ve Done Well,
You’ve Already Spent Your Time In Hell!!

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Every Night At Dept of Corrections

EVERY NIGHT WE COME INSIDE THE FENCE.
THEY SEARCH OUR BAGS ON THE WAY IN.
WE DO THE JOB THAT MANY FEAR,
BUT EVERYNIGHT WE’RE ALWAYS HERE.

WE WATCH THE INMATES AND THE CONS,
WE WATCH THEM FROM MIDNITE TIL DAWN.
WE LOVE TO SEE THE RISING SUN,
IT TELLS US OUR SHIFT IS ALMOST DONE. 

SOME THE NIGHTS ROLL RIGHT ALONG,
SOMETIMES THEY EVEN GO WRONG.
WE LOVE IT WHEN ALL GOES RIGHT.
IT MAKES FOR A PEACEFUL NIGHT. 

THE OLDER OFFICERS SAY IT’S A GOOD JOB.

THE YOUNGER ONES SAY ITS TOO ROUGH,
THEY HAVE A HARD TIME BEING TOUGH. 

WE HAVE A JOB NOT EVERYONE CAN DO.
THIS IS WHAT WE DO, ME AND YOU.
WE ARE THE OFFICERS YOU CAN SEE,
ON THE MIDNITE SHIFT AT D.O.C.