The jail.

Ksey_Gan

For trying some sort I was called to the court,

Bringing there all my pledges and reasons.

But because of my age they objected my pledge.

Finally I was sentenced to prison.

 

At the in nightmarish jail in a tiny dark cell

Every evening I dream, how soon to be free.

But at last I am free, I unfortunately see:

It was better to live in the jail.

 

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2021 12:13
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  • Paul Bell

    I know, 3 meals a day, 54 inch telly. Who the hell wants to leave that set up.



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