Lock-Down

A glimpse on the inside

Lockdown is for thinking

A constant reminder

That we really aren't good

Not good at all, really

And the reasons?

oh, too many to tell

Some like me, for concoctions 

Some like Big Al, for meth

Or was it coke?

Some just like to steal

Lie, punish, hurt, burn

Or even abuse

The reasons are countless

I'm thinking

But, alas, I can't say

For it's lockdown, I think