The Commissary Poem

I got in line right after chow

Elbowed my way to the front

Waited for hours to go to the store

And got nudged out by some cunt

It’s dog-eat-dog in the commissary line

A fight to the death every time

I gave up and crawled back up in my rack

I’ll try again when those bitches get back

Count is clear and I’m back in the line

Maybe I’ll get to go to the store this time

The hours pass slowly and still here we are

Patiently waiting to go to the store

It’s count time again and the store is now closed

But I’ve got all day tomorrow to fight with these Ho’s

Wait just a minute, what’s this new line?

Oh my gosh, it’s library time!