CLUB FED IS DEAD
Once upon a time,
in a land not so far away.
Doing time in the Beauro Of Prisons,
is a grand time so they say.
They call this place ‘Club Fed’,
and why i do not know.
I’ve been to higher custody yards,
and worked down to the lows.
Not sure where this ‘Club’ is at,
or how i plan to get there.
Feels like I’m trapped in a lie,
thinking how this is so unfair.
Started off at ‘Bloody Beaumont’,
a yard of gangsters and killers.
Ranging from all walks of life,
to your small time drug dealers.
Seen things on that yard,
one should never have seen.
People getting punched, stomped, cut, and stabbed,
and all things in between.
Finally got off that yard,
now I’m low custody bound.
Ended up in Forrest City, Arkansas,
completely different walks of life around.
So maybe this is ‘Club Fed’,
is what was going through my mind.
Trying to stay optimistic,
of what i just might find.
But low and behold,
‘Club Fed’ is was not.
A yard for the clinically insane,
was now my only thought.
Where’s the swimming pools and golf courses?
Where’s the washers and dryers?
Not even access to a microwave.
Man them people were all liars.
Time to face some reality,
and get the thought from my head.
Quit living in a fantasy world,
and just accept that ‘Club Fed’ is dead.
— William M.