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Here's a poem/song, structured along the lines, totally, of Pink Floyd's "Money". You could sing it -same beat/rhythm. Just replace bars clanging shut with the sound of slot machines and coins. Anyone may publish or perform or adapt this, so long as they credit me as the author.
Prison
By Prometheus (AKA Nate Lindell)
Prison
Rehabilitates
So the Powers that be once claimed.
But now if you ask why
They keep locking people away
They[ll just say:
Prison
Creates jobs
for poor slobs
Incapable of making money
Any other way,
Which they pass on
to their sons and daughters
By denying the cure from inmates
Prisons
Fill a need
for the state to engage
in sadistry
while appeasing
the masses' taste
for fresh meat.
Prison
only whackos and fools
would thin that tax dollars
are better spent on schools
Prison
it's a beast
But at least
It keeps the trash all in one heap
Prison
It's te pits
but if you're poor and break the law
or piss the wrong people off
it's what ya get.
Prison
Things have changed
behind the walls
Society keeps all its slaves hidden today.
Prison
It's a shame
We're all in cages
That our wills have collectively made
If you ask me
I'd rather be free
any day
any day
any da-ay
any day
any da-ay
any day
created May 29th, 2011
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