Poetry Challenge Day 239 (Tue May 3)
I played baseball once
in a Federal Penitentiary.
I was not an inmate.
After the game
we ate in the prison mess.
There were no prisoners
in the mess with us
(probably a good thing)
but we were served by prisoners.
As you go through the mess line
the prisoner serving the potatoes
will decide how many
you want on your plate.