Cell Talk

You go to your cell.
I will go to mine.
You say your cell is always black and white.
My cell does not have bars like yours.
My cell does have many colors.
When you are in your confinement, you talk about sex.
And about the hell of a world outside.
When I am in my confinement, I talk about sex
And about the hell of a world outside my window.
You may not get out of your cell tomorrow.
I get out of my cell many times over and over.
So if you want to talk about confinement of any kind
Just give me a call.

By Brock