Forty Years of Prison Plumbing
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Shout out to all you maintenance workers, from painting to plumbing, youse know you’re the reasons these places don’t collapse in on us!
Forty Years of Prison Plumbing
Shower drain, oh shower drain
why do you not seep?
Water around my feet you keep.
Overflooding the landing
all of the time…
why do you not drain,
Oh drain of mine
Puddles of water…
is all that we know
puddles of water…
why do you not go?
Shower drain, oh shower drain
why do you not work?
Shower drain, oh shower drain
clogged with hair, filth and dirt.
Date Published
October 29, 2026
By Janali
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