Poetry regarding the Prism of Prison
Your first taste, the
family or the orphanage
No escape possible
here for blood is thicker than water
Bruv!
And unless you want
to do another stretch for
patricide, sororicide, matricide or fratricide
You’ll just have to
put up with Christmas, alone or with others.
Perhaps in the Prism
of Prison, the greatest incarceration of all is where you are sitting
Now
School, Schola, Ysgol
= the ladder to success or failure, depending on how well you do in your exams
Do this, Don’t do
that! The bell like siren, goes, for the next experiment.
You are lab rats to
be nurtured, encouraged, destroyed by the neurosis of teachers
Who in turn are
destroyed by the fear of the Institution, then
Work
As if you didn’t work
hard enough in school at such a tender age, you’ve now got to do it
all again for
something that they call ‘Money’
The money that your
prison family strove so hard to earn from the benefits system.
Everywhere you turn,
the bars are coming down on the bars.
This is your rights
of passage.
So get wasted, get
laid, get stoned or get God.
It’s all that there
is in this prison that they call life.
Look, if it all gets
too much, you can do time in a proper prison
Go up to Wrexham
They are building a
super one up there!
This prism of prison
is a test, yes another exam, well you should be used to it by now!
Of how well you can
behave as prisoner or guard.
You know that there
is no escape
You’ve done the crime
of being born
Of being born, to
love, lust or the bottle.
Now you got to do the
time.
Are you ready to imprison
another generation?
Shark Fisherman
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