PCJ

The sun comes up

So starts another day

You want to leave

But unfortunately you have to stay

You end up here

Without any warning

Now brace yourself

To start your morning

The C.O. yells with a face full of

hate “FEEDING,”

as a trustee hands you your tray.

You just took in breakfast

First meal of your day

You’ll get your lunch and dinner

in the same way

They call this PCJ

We call this place HELL

This is where you reside

When you have no bail

They dress us in blue

And herd us like cattle

We phone up our lawyers

To start up the battle

But the judges and lawyers

They golf together

Making deals with our future

As they chat about the weather

You might luck out

And get a fair shake

But piss them off

Plenty of time you will take

I’ve always heard the truth shall set you free

But the almighty dollar is all they want to see

Yes this is justice

And yes it is blind

But here in Imperial Polk County

It’s the best you’re going to find

So walk a fine line

And do not fail

Or else you will end up like me

In the Polk County Jail.