Sleeping on the top tier
The bottom tier rec.’s early
Jarred awake – screws screaming
 Hit the deuces (222) back to your cells
Lock-in, fist fight
Shattered teeth – splattered blood
What happened?  Don’t ask questions, stupid
Some guy got hit with a stray bullet.
Don’t get none on you
Two guys gone
Evening, shake down, two more guys gone
Early morning, five a.m., hit the deuces (222),
Man hanging, cut him down, cuff him first
Open cell, slap his face, no response.
Forty five minutes later
The physician’s assistant arrives
“Put him on a stretcher”.
“Get him out of here”.
Pass out the trays
It’s feeding time.

Tom Manning