Prison, prison, prison
The one place I said
I'll never go
The one place that has
has become my home.
Home... I know. It sounds harsh,
but when you lack one for so long,
one is what you are searching for.
Too bad I found it here.
It's really not so bad.
Who am I kidding
I'm locked up against my will,
told when to do things,
can't see family til weekends,
meals to die for... literally,
sharing a bathroom with millions.
Even privacy seeks to be alone.
Always wearing other people clothes,
tacky if I say so myself.
Sleeping on metal bricks,
need permission to watch tv.
Friend is a hallucination,
can't trust anyone
especially the so-call friend.
Is prison all so bad...
or is it a home away from home?
Options, options, options...
Equal... time, time, time.
Good or Bad?
Yes or No?
Prison is Prison
Pure Torture
Home.... I THINK NOT!