We run a prisons corporation
The latest private enterprise
To offer men the consolation
Of useful work. They make mud pies.
We offer them a chance at learning
In hopes it satisfies their yearning
For better lives that, filled with pride,
They’ll put to use when they’re outside.
Of course, we have some bellyachers
Who claim mud pies are useless for
A foot inside a bakery’s door.
Which may be true. We’re moneymakers
And want our prisoners to return,
Since that’s the way we live and earn.
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