The gates with a prison door sound,

They open to you with a welcoming hand.

You are excited to be here today,

To work real hard to get a good job some day.

You enter with a smile; ready to go,

A week, and you’re a target for them.

They beg and they plea for a cig or two,

In a moment they will try to attack you.

Drama is common in so many ways,

Making you work, no foul, no game.

You can come if you dare; do as you please,

but so you know you will very much will want to leave.