I used to have freedom but now I'm locked in the Tank.
I was sentenced to twenty years after I robbed a bank.
I had the dream of being a college graduate but it didn't come to fruition.
The reason why I robbed that bank was to get money for the tuition.
Now my dreams of being a college graduate are dead.
I have many years of incarceration and misery ahead.
I thought I could get away with it but I underestimated the Police.
Maybe if I'm on my best behavior, my sentence will be decreased.
Believe me when I tell you that crime doesn't pay.
Don't steal if you need money, find a better way.
(This is a fictional poem but it's reality for incarcerated people.)