Oda a Michael Scofield

La siguiente poesía ha aprecido publicada por una creativa fan de la web de Wet for Went:

There once was an inmate named Michael
Not a bone in his body was spiteful
His bro was gonna die but he didn’t cry
He headed to the bank with his rifle (OK pistol)

He landed in jail with a plan
And tattoos with the lay of the land
He was doing his time for his purposeful crime
and then T-bag showed up just like BAM!

Now Michael, he’s not into dudes
But he figured he had nothing to lose
Cuz T-bag is fine and he takes his time
and his bitches say he’ll even use lube

He figured he’d play hard to get
And make sexy Theodore sweat
but one day in the shower, his ass was deflowered
When a peen and an asshole they met.

The sex was so good he saw stars
it was just like playing bumper cars
Now his eyes are all screwy and his sight went kerplooey
and he just loves it behind bars

At his appearance they secretly hiss
All the inmates are taking the piss
Michael broke his ass out, got captured en-route
and all Linc does is stand there like this