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Prison food

Prison food

Mondays food
bland and plain

Tuesdays food 
such a shame

Wednesdays food
fit for the drain

Thursdays food
the same again 

Fridays food
could not be trusted

Sat and Sundays food
left bellys busted

The only time I would not grumble 

Is when they served us apple crumble 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Drillah77

Great ink my Friend.  Prison food is some nasty shit.  I was a Lieutenant in Confinement.  Though a lot of officers would eat it, I only did once or twice and it was terrible.  Johnnies were the only digestible thing they served, even then you never knew if someone added something a little special to your feast!
Take Care
Greg

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sparrowsong

Hello Drillah...

People certainly don't want to check in for the Amenities but, they also don't appreciate their freedom and they prefer to break the law...

Some Countries have great ideas, chop a thieves hand off they can't use it for committing another crime.. 

Chop a penis off it can't rape again...

Here it's considered assault not justice...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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