Thank you for writing. How are you doing? Me, I’m doing okay for the situation I’m in. As inmates we all know the food is a joke, there is a lack of supplies, we’re on lockback most of the day, and the c.o.’s should go find another job. Here’s a little something that touches on each of those plus a couple more:
I’m sitting in this piece of shit, known as D.C.J.
I swear it’s the same shit like every other day
I need to call a bondsman and get the fuck out
But I don’t have the bread, so I’m sitting without a doubt
We wake up at 6, looking like the walking dead
Only to get oatmeal and some stale-ass bread
Then we get watered-down juice
Might as well be zero proof Grey Goose
Upstairs in my cell, with my roomie
I swear this food runs right through me
I ask for toilet paper, of course they don’t have none
I promise they’re lying just for fun
These stinking-ass people need to take a shower
Because they damn sure don’t smell like a flower
I understand you can’t when you don’t have hot water
It will be cold as ice, so fuck it why bother?
Medical is still charging $20 for a tylenol pill
I could have just traded an item for that, I’m for real
A few hours out of my cell ain’t nothin
I’m not getting any younger like Benjamin Button
And with the expensive canteen in this shithole
No matter what you keep, you still end up with a swole
Finally, fuck a snitch
They’re just as bad as the c.o.’s who work in this bitch
They treat us with no respect
Even the sergeants step on us like we’re insects
But they can’t keep us forever
Our days will soon get better
I wrote this to show my support
Especially on the days we have court.
P.S. I hope you publish this in the newsletter. -Thank you!