Feeney, Matthew D.



Matthew Feeney 22 Lines Shit Prison’s supposed to be a time and place to get your shit together. But thieves try to take your shit Bullies give ya shit Mouth off to the wrong guy and you’re in deep shit You can’t take a shit in private All your personal shit has to fit in 2 bins Most inmates don’t give a shit ‘bout nuttin’ ‘cept themselves Easy to forget little shit like signing in Everyone knows each other’s shit Shitty mattresses make it hard to sleep worth a shit If you don’t fight you’re a chicken shit They feed us shit It’s difficult to get shit done OG's walking around like they’re King Shit Sometimes we look like shit Most days we feel like shit The system treats us like shit Then excretes us out the door Expecting us to Clean up our act And live like a normal human being. That’s Bullshit. Originally published in The Blue Collar Review. Reprint Rights granted with credit.

Author: Feeney, Matthew D.

Author Location: Minnesota

Date: August 2, 2021

Genre: Poetry

Extent: 1 pages

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