By R Soos

the chaplain reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, I canhelp bring you to peace in Christ the librarian reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, you shouldpublish these and let others knowthey are not alone in this prison the warden reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, but Icannot allow you to share this the guard reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, youshould be, you got caught asshole the cook reads my notebookyou sound bitter, he says, almostas bitter as I am cookin’ for you,get some cash I’ll get you weed