"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“Behind These Bars”

"Behind These Bars"

It’s smelly in here,
Behind these bars,
The stench of ass,
And feet of tar.
Somebody needs a bath!

Years go by,
No end in sight,
This steel bed,
I never sleep right.
Really improved my math.

Bells go off,
It’s time for count,
All in place,
Standing so stout.
Feeling our keepers wrath.

No sense anymore,
As days go by,
No longer I dream,
Nor ask myself why.
All is in the past.

No looking back,
A time no longer,
A wonderful life,
I did so squander.
Young and living fast.

I ask you now,
I pray for hell,
Anything is better,
Than in this cell.
Please God, as I ask.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/616068 ]

Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′

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