Welcome to the cruel world hotel
Where dreams go to die
Blackened and dead
My soul in ruins
Rotting in maximum security
With the bottom of the barrel
Our humble cities refuse
Groundhog day
On the worst day of your life
Stress and violence
Fight or flight situations
Standovers and bashings
Another dog banished
To the yard of the putrid ones
No internet
No Netflix
No Spotify
No Facebook
Just hours and hours
Of daytime TV
And my mind too shattered
To read a good book
Don’t be misled
When they call it the funhouse
It’s naught but a cruel irony
And while some love the walls
The safety of routine
A roof over their head
And three meals a day
If we’re honest with ourselves
It’s just the black misery
Of time stolen
From the hearts of young men
