uploaded Jan. 19, 2012.
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There is a guy in the next bunk
He forces out farts and laughs
While looking toward me for response
I wish that I had something to plug up his ass
Perhaps he would explode like a balloon
Then I am woke by a guard
His flash light aimed at my face
Dreaming or not I am mad
For waking up in prison
Is there time for an old man
to rewire invented thoughts
My conscience lays open
to lonlieness that stirs smelly thoughts
I am angry because of fucking prison
and these fuckers I have to endure
THis is not the right human experience
FUCKERS
By-James COLLINS
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