Prison Life

In the prison cell I sit
With me fingers in me shit,
Watching bedbugs playing shinny on the floor.
And the hair is growing thick
From me asshole to me prick,
And I'll never see me ballicks any more.
And the ladies as they pass
See me bare and naked ass
And the shadow of me bunghole on the floor.
Then I'll let a blowing fart,
Blow the prison walls apart
And I'll never join the army any more.

Pg 22, from Apples of Eden: A Private Collection of American Folk-Lore: Gathered from cowboys,
college boys, and latino americanos by a liberal who does not believe that these choice
morsels should be thrown out of American Literature because of their vigorous and
unconventional language. After all, a manure pile by any other name would smell no better!
And even a manure pile has its values.
77 pages. 4to. (Berkley, California? ca. 1945.) Typescript.

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