Prison System

The Prison System

The Prison system is derived on a vast of definitions

What you may call your prison, is my freedom

Life is prison

We are chained to an Iron Ball, whether you know it or not

You may call it your spouse,

Job, or that money you never see from your check

because the billing company eats it before 12:02 a.m.

You are upset, frustrated, mad

And what do You say?

Life isn’t fair

You get trapped in solitary confinement for your unruly behavior

Now your restraint is beyond just restraint

You are placed in a white jacket and a mask

You are not a doctor going in to surgery

You, my friend, are worse than that prisoner

You are now a prisoner of your own entity

Your mind cannot even escape the white cushioned walls

That it portrays as pillows to finally make its great escape

Your mind is now an enemy trying to kill You in its effort for freedom

You get retrained on striving to be free

But I,

Oh I

Don’t see the metal bars that stop me in my track

I see the open spaces in between the bars as opportunities for freedom

I have no problem being stuck in a box

As long as it’s a 4,000 sq. ft. box with hot pockets in the frig

And a man cave.

My life is a prison

This prison, however, will come with a/c and heated floors

I don’t mind being chained to an iron ball

As long as I have a butler to carry it when I walk.

I am not a pick pocket, I am a heavy hitter.

My maximum security prison is fully enforced

With meat eating dogs

A mine field

And cameras I can view with my phone

The longer my sentence in this prison,

The heavier my iron ball gets

Welp, I guess its time for two butlers,

I am sentenced to death.