Prisoner’s Last Stand

In jail he waits and marks the days

Till he can walk through freedom’s gate

Till he can use a toilet with a seat

And never turn his back on fate

Till he can see his kids again

Maybe take them to Micky-Dees

Till he can eat that fast food

And laugh at what he sees

He wants to hold them close at night

To tuck them in their beds real snug

To read them bedtime stories

In front of a fire on a cosy rug

He wants to go to parent’s night

To school pageants and the like

He wants to take them fishing

Watch them ride their first bike

So he sits and watches the sunset

Prays to himself let me survive

Till I can get paroled to home

I need to try and stay alive

The prisoner turns to see the trustee

With an evil grin so filled with lust

And he knows what the trustee wants

The thought fills him with disgust

The strip of sharpened metal

Slides down his sleeve into his hand

The trustee shivers only once

Cause he failed to understand

Now the prisoner knows all hope is over

No release program for him no more

The blade makes one more cut

He joins the trustee on the floor.