Alley Kat 21 Century Slave (poem From Cd)
I’m a 21 century slave
Every prison is equip with a factory line
It’s the masters plan the master mind
Make money off your time
My hands are raw and they smell like swine
But what do you care
You’re just out there
You got fresh air
Wile im trapped in hell
It’s just another day
I sit and I wait
I’m trying to get paid
23 cents is the hourly wage
And a paid vacation to a rats cage
Or a rats nest
What ever noun seems to fit it best
You can fill in the rest
But protect your neck
You’re caught between
A rock and a hard spot
Flickering lights of a cop car
Now your heart stops and you’re hauled off
To a fly jar