First World Prison Problems

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As I strive to read this paper,
I am constantly bombarded with
Various forms of attempted conversation.
From random and extremely unimportant
Questions to idle chit-chat small talk.
Can't you see I’m reading?
All week to talk,
Yet right now you need me.
Take a break and a breath.
So I begin to write, they keep talking.
I wished they'd jog on,
Or practice walking
I'd like to take this paper in the dunny,
But that's frowned upon.
Why me, why now, why, why, why?
Hang on a second… I’m in gaol;
If that’s my only problem I’m kicking
Goals…
As I strive to read this paper,
I am constantly bombarded with
Various forms of attempted conversation.
From random and extremely unimportant
Questions to idle chit-chat small talk.
Can't you see I’m reading?
All week to talk,
Yet right now you need me.
Take a break and a breath.
So I begin to write, they keep talking.
I wished they'd jog on,
Or practice walking
I'd like to take this paper in the dunny,
But that's frowned upon.
Why me, why now, why, why, why?
Hang on a second… I’m in gaol;
If that’s my only problem I’m kicking
Goals…
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.