To our Moms

From The Boys In Cell Block C

To the moms we love so dear,
At this point of our prison career,

You had the men all doin’ flips,
Strolling around on swinging hips

Mom  you were so very kind,
To every man you would find,

Remembering you with shear fear,
When you screamed ,”get over here”,

Following with, “now your dead”,
On the way to the old wood shed,”

When she was angry she threw a shoe,
It was aimed right for you,

When she missed she’d go insane,
Then she really began the pain,

Mom commenced to really scream,
Sounding like a banshee queen,

Mama you always moved quick time,
When jumping ahead on the welfare line,

Every day you hugged a bottle,
While on my way I did tottle,

A bottle of beer you held near,
Losing it was your only fear,

Oh dear mom I wish you were here,
So I could hug and hold you near,

Then smack you in your painted face,
‘Cause to me you are a total disgrace,

Mother dear you were great,
Always ready to agitate,

To a situation that was cool,
You started a fire and added fuel,

So on your wonderful special day,
We all are here to have our say,

Thanks mom we love you true,
 It’s too bad we can’t sue you.

Now here I am sitting in jail,
At your job you did fail.