Sentence

The warden has called me in,

to share some news.

It must be my high court

appeal. No, he has something

to say about my son.

The boy has got his girlfriend

up the duff. I am allowed one letter.

How will I live this indignity down

with the other prisoners?

The posh toff, and his

bastard grandchild.

That girl is a piece of work,

lumbering my son with teenage

fatherhood. I haven’t been more

sickened since my own sentence

was handed down.

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