Musty is the smell that blocks my nose,
The smell of the damp, and years of neglect,
And fresh air long since drifted through the glazed over windows,
And yet, i have no feelings of regret.
Though the food is stale and always cold, and the toilets filled with shit,
Though the screws are hard and get you down, its tough, i must admit,
But if it wasn't for Her Magesty's Service, where in the world would i be?
I'm glad that i comitted crime, I'm glad that i'm not free!
When the doors are locked and bolted, I can safely go to sleep,
And it may not be a luxury, but its better than the streets!
God Bless the judge who sent me down, to him i owe my life,
Cause if it wasn't for the food and warmth, God forbid i'd be here tonight,
Its not all bad on these narrow landings where i've chose to roam,
After all for the first time in my life, i've found a place to call a home.
And though the smell is musty,
It hasnt an effect,
But i killed my Dad and thats the reason,
I am still plagued with regret.
moral: ~ its about a girl thrown out on the streets as a child and left to fend for herself, when she becomes an adult after a troubled young life she goes back to kill the bastard who left her to die and finds herself convicted of murder and sent down, she is now happy to have a roof over her head as she has never felt part of a family, and now she is surrounded with people she can relate with and finds she has a better life here than on the streets. (a bit farfetched i know, but i just had the poem in my head)
tell me what you think, i'd love some feedback on this one pleez, if its not to much trouble! thanQ.
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