motivation lines the walls

blank stared faces down the halls

 

something prideful somewhat lust

being a criminal is a must

 

trapped in this prison four corners and all

we all eat like a cannibal

 

not enough time to open mind

but just enough to keep the remind

 

if something's broken or snaps

they stare at you and tear you to scraps

 

sharp sticks dulled and wasting away

this is a place i never want to stay

 

countdown the minutes till the sentence is over

while wishing for luck from a four leaf clover  

 

but no one gets that this isn’t the end

that this chapter is the beginning of a bend

 

for wherever you go you will learn something new

but the knowledge you learned here comes far and few