Jail.Poem (art version)

Jail3

eye-strain. ….it says the same shit. Click image to blow up….to make legible. My computer is out of memory. Do it your damn self. Not bad for free-association, nostalgic for a 1930’s Paul Muni film with The Clash and Sam Cooke references stream-of-consciousness poem.

…and honestly….jail wasn’t so bad. The bed was uncomfortable. That was about it. I had a nice time otherwise…

…..aside from the ass rape….

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