Dear Gloria,

Dear Albert (owe 2 packs zigs)
my longest winter, my giddiest spring, my most melancholy of autumns, and...and my laziest summer

Look at the situation
they got me facin'
I look in the mirror
the mirror is broke

I wanna see my baby girl
watch her grow, watch her smile
innocuous
prembunktuous

BB
Burly Dan you know you wasn't
you know you ain't
Mr. Bitch
seems like sometimes
and sometimes sometimes
I don't know when
I don't know when
or if I'll ever get out

Dear Gloria

Hope you reading this cause I don't know what the funk's goin on in here.  I don't know what's what.  Don't know what's real.  I don't know when I don't know when, or if I'll ever get out.  Sorry baby, but gotta sing somewhere.  Guard's don't let me out much these days.  Lev went up for mic night.  He recited some dreary shit bout the old lady.  They up in my shit big time here, Gloria.  Let me tell you, towards they ass I have major suspections.  Get nothing up in here but hard bread, dried cheese, and what ever tomato they can find.  Ah, don't mind me, I been imbibing--I gotta let it out somehow.  I can't go near no textbooks,  Don't matter though, wouldnt be able to grasp much anyhow.  It's like I've forgotten all my words.  Can't sit down long enough to read or soak nothin in these days.  They got the crystal meth going around here.  Lev's hooked on heroin.  He puked on my foot.  I got into the ice there for awhile.  The guards be selling it but Lev would kick me down some  He be getting it from a Dominican, Asian Paul.  I tried warning him but he say's "Don't you understand what I'm doing?  I'm getting that shit for free!"  A few of the guys took to him.  When it gets hot he comes in to hide.  I don't like seeing him this way.  He goes by Ya-Yo these days.  He long gone in the lingo.  He be popping that speed too like popcorn.

It's been so long you havent wrote.  Me, I've gotten accustomed to the amenities.  Can't write on the hotseat with scrap paper though.  I got into that ice there for a while too.  Some shit went down in here and they were passing out some fool's stash like endless hotcakes on Sunday morning.  I hope you get this.  Why you ain't been writing, boo?  I gotta tell you though...shit might as well, thought you was at visiting hours.  But that shit was still in my head.  I thought every female in the place was you, some from the back, some they gained weight on purpose to test me, and one poor girl I wondered if you had beat cancer.  What I learned bout myself Shit, it's a good thing I be a bit superficial, else I'd lay a couple of em wet sloppy one's and get laid out, if you know what I mean. Thought you were here. That's all, I don't think of you that often...nah, just playing!

Where you been?

Every time I try to make love to you with my words, 
I start seeing you in my head,
back when, don't know why it helps to tell y

Danger