Make them pay
Excessive fines are hardships for the poor the jailor of my misspent youth he used to holler like a wild boar make them pay the fifty dollars everyday the neverdidwell and the prostitute the drunk that lands in jail the gayblade they all must pay a mockery of law this make them pay this feed them not on days the whiskey flowed the prisoners had none but if someone was kind eye got a piece of bread between two bites eye got some coffee if eye spilled it eye would die just positively cry and never was eye ever fed enough to fight or even have the strength if eye was able the moral of this story of the jailor make the prisoners eat to give them strength they will only just remember it to give you praises when they learn to write the poems of remembrances you see eye remembered this.
