Untitled Poem
Jingle Bells, Ad Seg Smells
The Mice Come out to Play
It's Too Bad We have to Stay
In Cell Night and Day, HEH!
Dashing thru cold showers
On our way to
Wearing Filthy Clothes
There's no use to Boo-Hoo
With Contact Visits Gone
Our Visits aren't Too Long
Oh What Fun it is to Write
Another 602, OH!
Jingle Bells, Ad Seg Smells
The Mice Come Out to Play
It's Too Bad We have to Stay
In Cell Night and Day, HEH!
Feeding us Cold Slop
Library is a Bore
We don't get much to Shop
Canteen's Selection's Poor
Handcuffs on Too Tight
Strip Searching us Galore
They say that We Might fight
But no one knows What For?
Jingle Bells, Ad Seg Smells
The Mice Come out to Play
It's Too Bad We have to Stay
In Cell Night and Day, HEH!
No Property for us
They Stole our Liberty
When asked Why, They only say
Its for Security
Bulls on Top will bring
Breakfast and Dinner Trays
Oh what a Dud it is to sing
Of How We Pass Our Days.
Anonymous
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