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8a body
by digitalextremist

smiling 'cuz I'm mortified
taking a bedroll into my cell
so glad to be looking crazy
and hesitantly I enter hell
the others are far away
but standing close to me
in tattered uniform we sway
eyes wishing justice'd find me

like lunatics pleading sanity
believed innocent until guilty
too bad we're outside humanity
completely at the system's mercy
business end of social security
old glory beside camera for ID
sorry, I won't salute tyranny
don't care if you'll beat me

most of the judicial railroad ties are sent in by lying wives
several lose employment the first day as abused lives dive
futility is begging at the gate to guards like bees in a hive
no one gives answers to anything especially 'will I survive'
court dates get cancelled or postponed like we're not alive
families like passengers abandoned suddenly during a drive
even the paint on the walls strives to disallow me to thrive
neighbor junky in withdrawal wriths as inmates work to revive
urine overflowing from a bathroom platform greets as I arrive

some exchange methods
others horde toothpaste
allegedly to satisfy cravings
nicotine supplement none waste

furious and caged
men beat walls enraged
badged idiots arrest victims
mugger was first to hit, said grim
retaliation made theft success slim
then cops tore his failed prey off him
saved the robber who gets to try again
jailed direct from a ball game on a whim
incarcerated loss dodger's face frozen dim
justice air-ball, not even bounced off the rim

diseased homosexual teen sits poised as a nappy haired vulture
swooping in on an elder to steal cherished evidence of culture
jam and peanut butter taken as the tears flow over loss of bread
can't chase when a leg's gangrenous and carries an empty head

unhidden belongings always stolen during showers
sneak around the room's center which is off limits
government days are best spent sleeping away hours
free to breath and move like tightly fastened rivets
crossing thin ice with every action fearful of powers
relax over your waste extra excess overcooked grits
no need to rehabilitate just to alleviate angry fits

they crush your spirit there
now you don't even have one
kept with bad apples though a pear
the naive facade of liberty undone
8a is where truth doesn't dare
injustice could happen to anyone
in police states freedom is unsung
people trusting the DA to use his tongue
necks comfortable before the axe is swung

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// Digital Extremist