Anything Goes

Anything goes in this place
Where dreams are made of poison
And the antidotes conformity

A prisoner’s mind is short
And full of ambitious rejection
hopes of savouring the air outside

It’s a bench made of familiar faces
Judging us on our criminality
As sentences replace our innocence

Mothers weep at the verdict
As the gallows roar with pride
As the price we pay is announced
By men who never knew our lives
The secrets we’ve danced with
Or the names we hid behind our lips
Anything goes, in a place like this.

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