Random thought for the day

I'm not the biggest fan of poetry, but the worst kind of poetry is the poetry that comes from residents of the prison system. I used to hear all kinds of lyrical works, written by guys who couldn't spell three letter words, about deep subjects like love, and freedom, and a fair world. Once, I heard some guy reading off a notebook page, "What is love? Is it ..." and I lost about ten years off my life span, because, even though I don't remember a damn word, that shit was cancerous.

Just once I wanted to hear a poem a guy serving 25 to life bust philosophical about prison spaghetti, perhaps the best meal served throughout all the Virginia state prisons.