Poem: Prison Outbreak

One coming into the bars,
many going out of the bars,
quickly, run as fast you can, 
don't look back,
you got places to be,
people to see,
and things to pick up again.

The loud noises are heard,
climbing over fences,
hopping on top of brick walls,
flirting with disaster all the time,
look to the sky for an opening,
it will let you in,
has to allow you entry,
he owes you that much.

Another car pulling into the garage,
not sure how many are inside,
what words will they say,
what actions will they do,
dirty looks from all sides,
squinty eyes behind bulletproof glass,
and life is ending again,
there's nothing left behind.
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