Four Words For Jay -- Click on image above to enlarge and read Jay's prison bookshelf...
I’m homoured and humbled, not to mention somewhat humbled: That’s outstanding and right before yard time… Mmmm… Tonight the culinary treat known as “shepherd’s pie; my favourite! And I can always trade my tray for tits and other nefarious favours. Who knows: they may make me queen of the cellblock (if you know what I mean).
Love that prison mystery meat!
It’s hard and chewy and surrounded by kinky hair.
Do I know what it is? Shall I guess? Do I dare?
Why and how did I, a perfect student, end up in this dump?
Am I doing time for a crime or am I someone else’s chump?
The alarm sounds with a squeal, another meal is awaiting…
At the sound, like Pavlov’s hound, I’m ready and salivating.
Another mess: must be a test from the great cartoonist in the sky.
I count my days as in a haze, within the wink of an eye.
Just scribble, really. But, thanks.
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