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A padded room just
for two,
Conjugal visit, me
and you,
When we were done
I must have lost my shit,
I told you every
bad thing I ever did.
Like my old cell mate,
He was a dick,
Got some girlie
magazines and wouldn't share in it,
I had a few things,
I tried to trade,
He wouldn't do it
so I found his shoulder blade,
With my shiv.
Then there was
Fazio "The Gun",
He was doing life
for murder one,
We played some
poker in the yard,
I lost my shirt
pretty hard,
And so he found me,
In the laundry room,
Said he'd cut my
hand off if I didn't pay him soon,
He threw some punches,
I hit the deck,
And when he walked
away I introduced his neck,
To my shiv.
It didn't take
them long to find out it was me doing all these things,
They threw me in
the tank and I was with the dark for an eternity,
But now they look
at me so very differently and they won't bother me anymore.
The prison guards
leave me alone,
But there was one
who didn't know,
He followed me
into the shower,
He beat me just to
prove his power,
Then on the weekend,
We played the screws,
In a game of
baseball and they were about to lose,
I slid to second,
And took him down,
And as it happens
he just stayed there on the ground,
With my shiv.
I love my shiv. |
