Poor Choices

There once was a prison for boys. To some, guns were not only toys. They had too much fun Life lived on the run. Confinement has very few joys. Teachers taught; helped some of them learn. Disturbance sometimes took a turn. “Teach” treated them right. Boys “partied” at night. In the classroom stomachs did churn. An offender has feelings, too. Not just an animal at the zoo. But crime has a cost. One's freedom is lost. There's no more McDonald's, for you! Fast food was not their only loss. Prison guards were mixed in the sauce. Obey what they say. Or suffer their way. Survival or cry; it's a toss! Exercising in the hot sun. It's what they must do to have fun. With sweat pouring down, Some cuss and some frown. Poor choices, have this privilege won! © May 30, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: BEHIND BARS BLUES Sponsored by: Miranda Lambert