One thing they don’t tell you about
Is that women on the scene are a scarce,
There are a few female screws,
But they:
Rarely chat,
Have husbands
Are old or overweight
There’s the case managers
A few times a year
And one psychologist
That was just my type
But they’re all business and aloof
So the idea of love
Since the visits dried up
Is dormant and done
Save for my dreams
They are nothing but heartache
There are women in jail
But we rarely catch a glimpse
It’s a mans world
Of ugly spirits
And ugly behavior
So the outside even more
Starts to look like heaven
Where half the people
Are of the fairer sex
And female company,
Affection and love
Are more than a memory
More than a dream
But a glowing reality
I love women
And being without them
Is just one of the many torments
Fate has thrust upon me
So bring on the salvation
Of the beautiful girls
