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Barless prison

I sit here at the security desk.

It could be east, it could be west.

I watch all the people pass me by and ask myself the question why.

What have I done to deserve this shit.

In my past life, I must of been a real big git.

Perhaps I was some kind of Sadam Hussein and Now am paying for all the sorrow and pain, I have caused.

I feel like and animal that has been caged. No one to talk to, not even paged.

I could walk straight out the door.

Yet knowing I would not have my flat anymore.

The people humor me by saying hello.  All it does is makes want to get up and go.

They seem to smile and be having so much fun and all I want to do is end it with a gun.

They don't seem to listen to my voice and trust me.  Death seems like a better choice.

Patronized by some ignored by others.  Sometimes I feel like killing the mothers.

These feeling aren't good, they're defiantly bad and prisons possession of me soon will be had.

I need to get myself another job and stop this thief of my intelligence has robbed.

I need to get out of here to save my head or I fear I will probably end up dead.