Four walls
Temptations everywhere, here, there
No reasons to have to regret
More and more items to have to get
A brusque shove, sleight of hand
Dare anyone to make a stand
My comeuppance which I accept
I've got to stand my ground and demand respect
I wish I was riding my bike, though
At least I'm not scratching the walls as I go through the door
Wonder what my friends are doing now?
Probably taking orders from their old cow
These four walls are all mine
I can think and plan while I spend my time
Stifled whimpering from through the wall
Keys jangle and bars clang from down the hall
Those so and sos treated me rough
And they took back all my stuff
One day my sentence will be done
Sniff.. sniff..got no one to talk to tonight..
wonder if tomorrow mum will come.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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