'Twas the night before Christmas and I was headed to the pen. Sure as hell couldn't get out. So, I knew that Santa couldn't get in. No stockings were hung 'cept the ones on our feet. Sometimes 2 or 3 pairs. Cause there wasn't much heat.
As I lay on my bunk, about ready to crash. I had just smoked the last of my cigarette stash. I heard me a jingle from around the way. I was hoping it was the guards come to take me away. My homies were all asleep. Tucked in their racks. With matresses so hard about to fuck up their backs.
My bitch was outside. Probably freekin my friends. And I was all by myself there in jail once again. When all of the sudden the guards all flew in. Shackles started clinking. I was going to the pen.
I jumped out of my bunk and said "Take me I'm yours". I got thrown on my face and dragged out the door. Waiting for me sure wasn't a sleigh. Just a big grey bus waiting to take me away. At the wheel was a jolly fat man with a smile. I think it was the pig that maced me at trial.
The closest things to gifts was the jewelry I believe. The hand cuffs, shackles, and bellychain I received. Then as my homies and I were hauled out of site, The guard said "Get comfy you maggots. It's gonna be a long night!"
Mike Taggart ( Natrona County Detention Center )
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