I'm in a play, it's very moral,

Inner city prison 

Emanating rape 

Victorian conditions 

Guaranteeing no escape 

Quarantined like lab rats 

Offie cross the road 

The air is thick as Tarmac 

They're under lock up mode 

Quintessential torture 

Trannie in confinement 

Stefanie they call her 

S/he's in for grievous violence 

We interrupt this ballad to bring you an important resentment.

Cocoa at night, someone to tuck you in, put out the light; visits from the Quakers, show them I'm not worthless, I'm in a play, it's very moral, the guy across the way he wrote a film, they want me to publish a novel. Conjugal visits, sparrow hawks and wood doves, there is no fear of drug busts; it's not so bad in here, work with famous gangsters, get rubbed up by the gentry, it's kinda like a landing of plenty. I may be in for life / but I'll soon complete my creative writing project or curate an exhibition of pics from Armley nick. Through my rusty bars I can see Sandra's hairdressing salon and people on the 670 bus going by are falling out of love to a chorus of oos and aahs, and yet shalom I send them, until I finish my sentence.

There's an end to the empathic pitch
Let's get back to my bitch

Could have said more 

About my fallen liberalism 

I've been inside and seen 

The glint of toxic recidivism

Which now I find obscene 

As a plasma television in A wing 

Where the nonces congregate 

In single file

Changed my mind 

I don't want to help 

You stabbed my dad 

Wanna hear you yelp 

Justice and mercy 

After the fact  

Keeps clowns in work 

Juggling the bones 

Of miriad victims 

Who crossed your path 

Innocent strangers scarred 

By your iniquity 

They took the last 50 pence 

From the purse of my mum

give them harsh punishment 

They're scum

Lock them in a cold dank cell

I hope they rot in hell

Inner city prison 

Heaven at the gate

Incommensurable friction  

Like a death addiction
Driven me to hate

I’ll be gnashing weeping

if you're ever freed 

Lamenting your escape.

17/05/18