Which is worse
Solitary confinement
Or bisected consignment
When what is yours to hold
Is split in two for life
So sad when it’s time to clock out
Cause there’s dangerous room
For notions of nothingness
The absolute worst part
When nothing sticks
Or can possibly be expected
Cause the cover-up of valor
Is the build-up to flagellation
Always and always and always
In truth, I’ve lost all respect
For the inner chamber of the hive
It’s gross to me, so gross
Pathetic to me, uhg
And I have no desire
To watch it play out
Day after day after day
So the answer, I suppose
Is that I gladly choose
Solitary confinement
Every time
There’s more fellowship there