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It All Comes Backby Spoon Jackson
It all comes back to me The invisible man used to see It comes back to me now The madness of Folsom prison. Being on orientation is worse than the hole no window, no sunlight, no books one stamped envelope , two pieces of paper one pair of boxers, no socks a toilet paper, orange jump suit-- I try to pace in silence but flip-flop shoes won't allow that I've never been to sleep all day and night but right now I long too--not even a roach or a spider to look at. It all comes back to me metal blocked tiny window not enough sunlight to warm a bee's butt. |