With no adequate facilities
I grow tired of watch jail T.V
Expecting a different reaction to a question
by a guard ill-equipped with out training
To ask of a drunk to follow instructions
when most cognitive function is gone or impaired
Sometimes I think they should just kill us all
And let the guards come out
And give a cyanide tablet
to the last one of us whom thinks, left alive
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