Prison Sex Poem by James McLain

Being pimped a punk is punked by a punk.
Have you ever seen one get dicked down?
The smell of K.Y.....jelly in your cell is over whelming.
Raw the smell of spunk mens cum and ass.
Man ass, knotted up, it's not the other Kind.
To me of what I've seen is it enough and of the rest.
Screaming in the middle of the night, impaled.
Hearing sweaty balls slappin, snappin back and forth
across a grown mans heavy whiskered chin.
Did you say to me you watch,
that powdered version of locked up raw is what, I laugh.