Another day wasted among cretins
The jail kitchen
The furnace that feeds
300 underweight crack addicts
So they come in thin
And leave with pot bellies
It’s an easy grind
Hard to fuck up
And early to finish
And the effect
On my psychology
Is amazing
More awake to the world
Than I’ve been in years
Unlimited coffee
And the leftovers
Of the staff cafeteria
“Normal person food”
After years on the slops
Is pretty special
Burgers with the lot
And bacon and eggs
On Thursday mornings
But the real win
Is to be doing something
With head and hands
To improve life
For the great unwashed
The banter between staff
Is coarse as fuck
But the feeling
At the end of the day
Is priceless
And it feels
Just a little like
I’m not wasting my life
Rotting on the inside
