I sometimes hate my cell,
The enforced austerity of space,
The timely occurrence of events,
Retribution for crimes of omission.
The leg of the bench,
Where I sat everyday for hours,
Will become a club.
The timeliness of routines,
Will work its magic for us,
But not for you.
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