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the dirty walls
the smelly halls
leering faces all around
nobody likes you
and it's a cold tiled ground
plastic pillow
ripped up sheets
a mattress that feels like sleeping on cleats
officers provoke you and you can't do a thing
solitary confinement is a name like a king
no sunlight touches your skin for days
your eyes feel like you are looking through a haze
watching tv all day
till someone starts a fight
cold as shower
you can't sleep at night
the food is crap
the inmates rap
don't get cornered if you intend to tap
cause the officers are strict, and cruel and mean
their eyes are yellow and their tongues are green
their badges gleem
the only thing that's clean
at times the place makes want to shout and scream