🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
All day long I lay on this bunk
With the smells of some nasty funk
And there’s always someone talking some junk
With time passing so very slow
Because there’s never anywhere to go
Stuck in this dorm with eighty-four men
Somehow this should be kinda sin
And I have to find the strength from down deep within
How do I tell you, I can’t even begin
All you can do is walk in circles
And look at the ceiling and hope for some miracles
When you’re locked in this concrete room
All you have is the feeling of doom
But, one day these walls will come tumbling down
And there will be nothing, not even a sound
So, for the sake of your life, you should never throw
Behind these walls, I hope you never know.