deepundergroundpoetry.com

h.m.p Birmingham

H.m.p Birmingham
Where races are unite
In your cell you'll spend every single night
Shouts and screams
And bangs on doors
You got sugar pal milk burn or more
Padmate having a shit
I write to try and escape it
Food that tramps turn down
Governor's with evil thrown
Every sleep freedom nears
Wish I could fast forward
Speed up through the gears
Written by cheesa
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 603
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:45am by dimpy
POETRY
Today 4:28am by goodgrief
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:32am by eroseternal
POETRY
Today 1:28am by OncleNyck
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:15am by gothicsurrealism
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:01am by Ahavati