The Turning Of The Screws....

Me

PO BOX 636

Pit Street

Banstead

Surrey

SM7 3PH

 Dear You,

                       Do you remember when he called me from my cell and then he smiled to himself?

                            Then smiled to himself, as he held me, infront of the awaiting crowd?

                                  held me, infront of the awaiting crowd and yelled welcome to Hell?

                  Hell, with the Smugglers, Murderers, Molesters and the words Self-Proclaimed Hustlers

              The words Self-Proclaimed Hustlers, was obviously and indefinably self proclaimed

             Well ain't that a shame

                               I've thought to myself if only he knew, I've thought to myself maybe he was new

                     Maybe he was new in the game, maybe he was new in the game to make a name

                       Maybe he was new in game, to make a name, do you know what I’m saying?

                   You must know what I’m saying?

                              Well if that was seriously true, I can't stay mad at him or you

                 I can't stay mad at him or you, as i've thought to myself he’s just a cog, in the system

                  So hey, just between me and you

                                So hey, just between me and you, I don’t think he’s actually to blame,

                  I've thought in time he will understand, I've thought with a little more time maybe in time he will overstand

                I've thought with a more time maybe in time he will overstand, what it is to be wog, in the system

You know I felt his hands on my back applying the pressure

While he spoke, an fully excercised his strenuous supply of shit jokes,

In front of the awaiting eyes, In front of the awaiting lives

Using sarcasm and hand gestures at his leisure

At leisure as he inverted his own jokes with his own supply of inverted commas

You know I smiled

You know I smiled as he smiled

You know  he added, yeah we also got couple of armed robbers

You know I gave a shake of the head, I took a breath, put everything in retrospect

Put everything in retrospect, then thought what the heck

You know then, I smiled and said, in my best English accent

Said in my best English accent, why how pleasant

You know his eyes cried for respect, he took a breath, then grimaced, making his face look like death,

You know then, he smiled and said

And said, in his best English accent, I am a King

And said, I am King among you fucking peasants

Onto you, yes it is you

And you were the one

And you were the one whom said Son you look like one

You look like one

You look like one who sticks to his guns

But if only you would talk to us were offering you a free shot

A free shot at some nickels maybe, gold maybe

And if you’re lucky will throw in a couple of crooked coppers

You sat me down in my seat, told to me speak, but I honestly felt weak

I tried to confide in you, as you tried to confide in me

But after a while,

After a while, you know I smiled, then honestly thought for a while

Thought for while, then said fuck you, and fuck him,

Then you looked at me

So I looked at you, you had my attention in full view

So I said fuck yourselves and added

And added one of you is a fucker and the other

And the other an asshole,

Which basically, figuratively, speaking means

Means, I know one of you for the other spreads your cheeks,

I looked at you, you looked at me

I apologised through my eyes about the use of my lets say quite volatile vocabulary

Please believe, to you, I tried make countless apologies

You know then the fucker slapped the shit out me, slapped me out my seat, made me feel week

Literally, and figuratively, he

He flipped the tables right up and on to me

So why didn’t you speak?

So why didn’t you speak publicly?

Why didn’t you stick up for me?

Was it something I said, was it my not so spectacular venacualared speech?

I putting the truth on table for all eyes to see

Truthfully, and literally, he made me feel week, he made my heart fall from faith, with a leap,

I refused to sell out on you, but truthfully, it felt like at times you sold out on me

I got it you didn’t owe me thing, but it seemed to me, you were only in it for the curren-cy

That pushed me to scream, that you and him will see

You and him will see, yeah you’ll see

You know that’s when he screamed, lock it up or I will make you scream

I saw you give a shake of the head, which I thought maybe, meant, come on please, just speak

You know thats when, the fucker came back for me and said, in his best English accent

In his best English accent, said, come again
You Knew I was one who stuck to his guns

So you know, frankly, I just had say it again

One of you is fucker and the other,

And the other, an asshole

Which basically, figuratively, speaking, means

Means, I know one of you for the other, spreads your cheeks

If I told you please believe, through my eyes, I tried to apologise, countless times

Tried to apologise, countless times, for the use of my obscenities

Countless times, for the use of my obscenities, as he

As he, lined me

As he, lined me, in reach

Lined me, in reach, then, again and again, after he turned again and again

He turned again and again, if you remember right to you my friend

To you my friend, then he preceded to slap and kick the shit out of me

He made me feel week, as I attempted to drift off to sleep,

I felt it

I felt it, I felt his hits, shift, then start to split

His hits, shift, then start to split, my shit, as they ripped, into my ribs

Truthfully I felt my ribs, twinge, as I definitely felt the ribs, and my heart split

Well you and I definitely know all the crowd knows it

Well you and I definitely know all the crowd definitely saw him throw it

You eyes told me I can’t help you because your one that’s choosing to hold it

Through my eyes I tried reply don’t worry about I can hold the hits but vendettas I can’t hold it 

 Don’t worry I can actually see the funny side to it now, but at the time, it was straight monotonous

P.S.

Dear My Dear Old Friend My Time In The Block Is Coming Shortly And Slowly To And End, Yeah Surprisingly Coming Shortly And Slowly To A Close, But Just Want To Let You Know, I Ain’t Trying To Make Foes, This Letter Is Not Personally Against You, I'm Just Trying to Tighten A Couple of Screws Which I Thought Were a Bit Loose, Also Just To Let You Know, When I Get Hit, I Always Catch, But I’m Just Not In Control, Of When Or What Or Where Back I Will Throw, Just Thought Its Best Your Kept In The Know,  Lastly Let Me Apologise Again, As You Were There And It Looked To Me Like Through The Use Of Your Eyes That You Cared, So I Apologise Again My Friend, But I Know If He Reads This He Might, Might Like Ask For Them To Increase My Sentence Again, So He Can Beat My Black Skin Blue And Shit Out Of Me Again....

Yours Sincerely, Me….

Inmate Number: 2611107