Bend 'em, Spread 'em

By Judith Trustone

Imagine it for forty years, 
every time you had da visit or 
went from one place to another 
behind the walls you had to 
strip, bend 'em and spread 'em
for a guard searching your ass
for contraband. 

Are there special trainings or 
compensation for asshole inspectors 
or have they just drawn short straws?

What do the inspectors feel 
at the end of the day in their service to 
the Prison Industrial Complex?

What young person says, 
"When I grow up I want to be 
a prison guard?"
A paycheck for those unable 
to join police forces or the army?
A retirement plan for the rejects who
​thrive financially in rural America?

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