Losing patience day by day,
in this prison where I stay.
Strangers faces all around ,
all day long I hear their sound.
No peaceful moments in this hell,
I seclude myself in my cell.

Look out my window fish everywhere,
they look my way and I give a stare.
They’re clueless to this life they’re in.
Don’t they know they’re in the pen?
Heart checks are what they need,
to help them lose their sense of greed.

Push up on em’ its time to go,
watch em’ pee on the flo.
I’m stick of this, its not the same.
I’m too old for this its not a game.
Freedoms there I can’t hardly wait,
to one day finally walk out that gate!
By Joshua Roberts