Bad Judgement Poem by Edwina Reizer

I'm between a rock and a hard place.
I don't even know what soft means.
I'm caught up in so much trouble
from some cockamamie scheme.
Everything looked so easy
and it would only be just once.
All I had to do is look the other way
and others would pull the stunts.
But things never work out the way you think
and there's a price to pay.
When you play with fire you get burned
for bad things come your way.

So here I sit in a pin stripe suit
with the dregs of society.
Can't smell clean air. Can't see the sun.
What's to become of me?
Inside these walls they read the Bible
and work out with heavy weights.
But I'm not like the rest of them.
I'll serve my time and wait.
I'm between a rock and a hard place
and I now know what soft means.
It's all about being free and easy
and keeping your conscience clean.