Stuck in Lauderdale,
days of h***,
can't make bail, wanna cut a trail?
need a male,
snitches that tell,
they got you on a sale!
eat like a whale...
where's the scale!
I think I'm getting frail,
my skin is pale.
friends that fail,
time will tell...
Where's Ma Bell,
Talk.... don't yell!
Smell that smell,
it's a tattle tail....
Use the mop & pail!
Life in a cell,
no styling gel,
want more mail,
could use a rail!
always an ail,
broke a nail,
feet that swell,
no wishing well,
my chips are stale!
Trade, or sale?
Yep... it's jail,
Can't you tell?!!

Oh H***... it's by Adele

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This was a poem writiten by an inmate when I worked @ county - @ 2000.

As far as I know she's still in jail @ another state facility. She was a state inmate residing in county until a state CF had room.

Her father is a retired district judge & her brother is also a judge. She has a bachelor's degree & own(s/ed) a restaurant with her (ex?) husband. She was/is very talented (as she could draw very well also), but chose to shoplift & write bad checks [uttering forgery], etc. She just couldn't function in a structured society.

Just thought I'd let you know what some do with their time in jail!

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