With a Pen in My Hand I sit here, in my cell It's no bigger than a shell But, here, I must dwell This place is ultimate hell There is death, I can tell By the ever lingering smell So my memory is not so well And my lungs forbid me to yell With a pen in my hand my brain can swell But does not help me to rebel So I sit Here in my cell. Blizzard Skies 11-30-84