This prison bed has no give
This prison bed
Is like a poem written in a margin
It is a marriage
Of metal, welded at an angle
Sometimes, it's a big ass slab
Of concrete, grey
The mattress with it's comfort like a coffin
Is a good place to hide a homemade knife
Something in a prison is never
About dreaming
It's never about living
Or "being"
...It's all about storage
This prison bed
Is a rigid space
Like a shelf...
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