‘Rhyme Doin’ Time’
A column for people to express their concerns via the pen!

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I came to gaol ‘cause done the wrong,
Was drinkin’ whiskey ’n smokin’ bongs.
When corner came I did not see,
The turning road, just like a vee.
At speed it rolled to grinding stop,
Atop my head, my glasses not.
Now sit in cell of nought to read,
The glasses gone! Of what I need!
I ask the system, to provide,
For that, my sight be magnified.
I need a choice for me to pick,
But only 4’s will do the trick!
But alas at Woodford, ain’t no claims,
For only 2’s are in the frames.
Maybe time! They’ll see our plight,
To give me 4’s and then my sight.
I came to gaol ‘cause done the wrong,
Was drinkin’ whiskey ’n smokin’ bongs.
When corner came I did not see,
The turning road, just like a vee.
At speed it rolled to grinding stop,
Atop my head, my glasses not.
Now sit in cell of nought to read,
The glasses gone! Of what I need!
I ask the system, to provide,
For that, my sight be magnified.
I need a choice for me to pick,
But only 4’s will do the trick!
But alas at Woodford, ain’t no claims,
For only 2’s are in the frames.
Maybe time! They’ll see our plight,
To give me 4’s and then my sight.
The pain that I feel, this place that I’m in, these four walls closing in…
As this time comes to an end, I wonder which way the next will bend. The earth and moon will do their thing, I’ll embrace everything.
To all the prisoners who have ever spent time away from the ones they love.
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