Arrows

We don’t wear arrows!

 

We’re human beings. Human dones. Done wrong. Human doings. Human beens.

 

We don’t steal from our own. Just people like you.

 

We love our mums and we love our fags, we’re jailbirds, stir-crazy chickens, old lags.

 

We don’t throw baseballs to eternity like Steve McQueen  in that war movie.

 

We don’t hate society, well maybe a bit.

 

We don’t keep birds like Burt Lancaster.

 

We don’t swear without need, cut us and we bleed, we’re just like you, but we’re not very free.

 

And We don’t wear arrows!

 

By prisoner MH – 3002