Old School

A correctional sergeant tells

His officers

There will be no cell moves

That inmates must

Fight or fuck

The old-fashioned way

Even when prisoners

Don’t get along

There are no cell changes

You must fight or fuck

Even if  you refused

To cell up with the devil

Fight or fuck is your

Only way out

And maybe one day

We will move you

But you must fight

Or fuck

When you don’t get along

You must make it

Funky with your bunky

Fight or fuck or both

I’ve been down over

40 years

And I don’t know

What old-school shit

This sergeant spoke of

Because old-school convicts

Guards and prisoners

Have always been one of respect

The myth—the silly notion

Of fight or fuck

Perpetuated by Pepsi generation

Cops and officials

Those misguided folks

Would have been called out

To the parking lot

And dealt with by

Old-school guards and officials

For old school is respect