In Jail Poem by nora foerster

As i lay here in this dingy dark cell i think of mortal
hell and oh what an awesome smell its early to rise and
late to bed how id rather be free instead i raise my
head and start to cry as i look out the bars and sigh
was it the drugs was it the wine was it the cocaine it
wasn't my mind but this is a peace of my mind i put in
a kite for trustee to make my time faster you see no more
weed no more wine no more cocaine on my mind i just want
to be sat free and never come back and be a trustee.