Jail Jail Jail
trying to get out on
bail bail bail
bit it’s hard to depart
a place like this without being
suitably armed with the right lawyer
the right price
the conviction rolling the dice
your own personal hell
inside your head
dumb ass bitches
winding up
dead dead dead
Jail Jail Jail
leave me alone
I’m not getting out of
Bed Bed Bed
Caitlin
October 25, 2017 — 9:30 am
Dear writer—This poem is very strong and really captures a trapped, hopeless feeling. The choice of repeating certain words 3 times make the poem echo in the reader’s head. Good work on this.