It’s almost 11:30
I’m stuffed with pork,
I’d love to grab a beer from the fridge, but,
there’s no beer in the fridge.
I’d like to grab anything,
but my wrists are weak,
from scribbling confessions,
to the “Warden”,
but he isn’t handing out passes,
I wish they’d just get it over with,
level the fucking place.
Burn the books that nobody will read.
Get some MAD Magazines on the table,
some tits and ass,
Anything for christ’s sake!