Who cares? It's just one inmate screwing another
the jailed can't be jailed
so we are left to their
"devices"
passed from room to room
as body currency
our dignities change hands
until we are forced to
deny ownership
the strong survive; fight for yourself...
a jailbird finds freedom
in punctuating our bodies
before long, our souls follow suit
and stop resisting, allowing to be
morally raped
it's either rape or be raped...
we only live to tell the story
of how we turned Homo Homo Sapiens
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