With grimacing laughter insidious intent
But I walk on this lino
The faces so cruelly bent
Warped eyes, chilling eyes
Filled with truth and mischievous lies
Those faces on the lino
I will not let be sent
Those faces on the lino
And what inside they meant
As I look through the bars
And the massive surrounding fence
Porchester Ward, Summer 2009
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