Danger, Fear!!!!!!!!!!!!
Strip down, put on prison grey.
Down the corridor. Clank of the iron door. Turn right.
Given 6 National Geographic Magazines,
the inmate says to put them in my waistband.
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Mind going every which way.
Eyes can't be still either.
Heart pounding....MAN UP!
Walk in the room.
Do I hear laughing?
New fish.
New bitch.
Where you from?
How much time you got?
Prey and predator circle me.
Shank appears---I feel pressure.
The point has pierced a Nat Geo.
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