Suicide Row

This is a first of a series of a new approach I am trying. I come up with a quick phrase as I am doing anything, I write it down, and then create a poem or a set of lyrics for it. So, this should be random as hell, but no worries. Hopefully, you will find them enjoyable.

Look at me,
On Suicide Row,
All hell’s breakin’ loose,
On cellblock E.

They got pissed,
The warden hissed,
The riot ensued,
Oh and the guard got screwed.

Oh get me off of cellblock E,
I might be stuck here for eternity,
Right on Suicide Row,
This shouldn’t be how it goes.

Shots are fired,
The inmates tired,
Give in,
To the guards of Suicide Row.

They get tried again,
Murder in the first degree,
Hang themselves from the pipes above,
No wonder it’s called Suicide Row.

Oh get me off of cellblock E,
I might be stuck here for eternity,
Right on Suicide Row,
This shouldn’t be how it goes.