w c

The Spruce Dorm

The Spruce Dorm

 

In the rear of a police car

I found myself one day

Delivered to somewhere far

Where for a month I’d stay

 

The others that were sent there

Came from all around

And at my arrival shared

That they were mentally sound

 

The food was good I’d say

Compared to that in jail

And we ate in a cafeteria each day

Unlike food brought to our cells

 

Each day there were fights

By many different ones

And always did excite

Then defused the conflicts some

 

Thank God there was a campus

Where we walked each day

And every day would calm us

And we thought ourselves OK

 

 

 

Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write w c.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee



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