Prisoner Grievance

She cries to me I don’t understand,

But invisible areas leave the mind in a trans,

Shut your eyes and just sit back and enjoy,

Listen to her music as she stats to revolt,

Teaching how hot needs get met,

Taking off skies as ears get wet,

Reading the rumors that inclined the farewell,

Waiting for the servant to fear the spell,

The men she left,

the bold she lumped,

agreement breached less beef would come up,

the lashes featured boils unmasked by the bark,

observing the rat as he hides in the dark,

maybe we lack a body that really knows how to shoot,

a walk in no doubt from savage loot,

before I came in the sewage held a rat,

7 months in the pregnancy the rat came back,

2 months after birth he came up the kimole,

It s been a horror she creeps to Lo lifes in the hole,

She cant escape the fallacious heritage,

The organic savages of prisoners imagined dead,

Unjust it is for the men who survive,

Behind the fence from captives of lies.