Twas the night before Christmas,And all through the cells,
The convicts were locked up, All madder than hell.
Except for the lifers, kicked back in their bunks,
Heads filled with visions, of fat little punks
When suddenly from the roof top, there arose such a roar,
that the bulls thought it was, a riot for sure.
The goon squad ran in, and stood ready to hit.
A big guard yelled out,"Who started this shit".
"It came from the roof top", sniveled a snitch.
It must be a breakout, "Oh, son of a bitch"
They climbed to the rooftop, by way of the stairs.
Found a fat bastard, in red underwear.
"No, No", yelled the dude."I bring you good cheer."
"Damn!", said the Captain. "We found us a queer."
"Alright mother fucker! Get your hands on the wall."
They shook him down good, asshole and all.
They found him a cell, and heaved him in, with a kick.
Well so much for Christmas. They locked up St. Nick
7 comments:
I bet Santa never thought he'd have to worry about getting shived. Or raped for that matter.
I wonder if he was carrying any soap-on-a-rope.
ewwww...
They "shook down his asshole?" Does that mean he has hemorrhoids now?
wow. That was fucking beautiful.
Well that sucks! How will I ever get my Christmas wish?!
Nym, hroids are a staple of prison life. And if jolly old nick didn't have them before, well....soon
Blue, place the word fucking in front of beautiful, gave it some oompf.
Jill, let's hear your wish ,and maybe the badger can make it come true.
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