Too hot. No air.
Loud fan and a big tin can.
Wait here. Steer clear.
They've gone to get your man.
Through gate 3 with picture ID.
This old billfold
I hear the click. These men are hard.
I'll see your face through bar and guard.
You're new to me. I'm new to you.
I see your fate. I'll see you
And it's all cement in the government.
Approved? Then move
To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent.
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