Jail Time

It is one of the hottest days the country's ever seen.
Four tired men ride their horses.
A fifth one is driving a big wagon.
Slowly they ride away from my freedom.
I'm in that wagon.
I'm trying to accept that I'm no longer a free man.
Get your shit together man,             I thought to myself, You are not gonna survive the week if you think like that.
 
-Hey officers, why didn't you lock me up in the city jail? Why are you tormenting yourselves?You slowly melt under the scorched sun, while I am in a wagon with a surprisingly cool temperature.You should come in here, you will love it. Excuse me, I didn't want to upset you, you are doing a fine job out there. I envy you.
 
-Ok Mr. Morton let's answer these questions of yours. We didn't lock you up in the city jail, because scum like you deserve the special treatment.We are tormenting ourselves because the greatest gift our job has to offer, is that we can feel the joy of locking up a scum like you.That feeling where you know that this scum is gonna be in there for a loooong loooong time. I think you SHOULD envy us. After all, we are free to be with our loved ones,whereas you are free to keep a picture of them.

-.....Yeah, you are absolutely right. What's your name, officer?
-Officer Goodman.
-Nice to meet you, officer.
-Shut the fuck up.
-Of course.

Four days later, we finally arrived at the penitentiary.
They dragged me out of the wagon and threw me on the ground.
The sun was too shiny.
I could barely see Goodman's face smiling at me.
That fucker is going to die.



My jail time has just begun.

Fuck.