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Imprisoned

When I got to jail
I had to share a cell with a humongous guy
I’m like damn…hey what’s up I’m Jose
Hey, what’s up man. Top bunk is yours.

But what if I fall off. I might hurt myself.
You think I give a fuck?
Tell you what, man. I’m actually a poet. That’s what I’m in here for – poetry.
You don’t say

Yup. And if you give me the bottom bunk I’ll write you one poem a day

Actually…that sounds pretty cool. Can you write one about my family? I really miss them.

He sat on the bed and started sobbing

I’m like, that’s ok. You’ll see them again when you get out

No. I won’t.

Why not. You’re not getting out?

No. I killed them.

Excuse me, guard. Can you put me in isolation?

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