I find myself locked in the bowels of hell —
Oppressive boredom crushes spirit and soul
In this dungeon where petty tyrants dwell.
Integrity, she is a corpse, bloated and rotten.
Her name, painted in her own blood upon the walls,
Attempts to cover the stains of corruption.
Hate spews from the top of the hierarchy,
Tainting the Kool-Aid with a virulent poison
That reflects their deceit and moral impurity.
Overcrowded States with rehabilitative dreams
Drink thirstily those Kool-Aid-flavored lies
And believe in a place that is not what it seems.
Lie. Cheat. Steal. It’s the CoreCivic way.
Send us your inmates, they’ll be back another day.
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