Tis hard-believed I'm so damned happyJust serves to show how oft' times crappyPrison life is, fingers snappySnappy over lemon wash

For in the scented dishwash liquid(Though a topic so insipid)Dreams of freedom, conquered lipidsLipids that did coat my bowl

As newly on the canteen listA luxury, I must insistForgotten items, rarely missedMissed as if another life

That somewhere fast machines do toilScrubbing plates which families soilIt's this, lawmakers, convicts foilFoil as Correction's goal

'Ere I wake from this confoundmentFinding no more such endowmentBack to sleep and dream I, sound yetStill remembered, yellow wash

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If this liquid be but fleetingThen let it be with joyed heart, greetingAnd let pray fate will soon be treatingTreating me to greaseless plates!