The Jailhouse Looks Like Africa

By Michael Ollie Clayton

This collection of poetry is an ode to the inner-city non-violent offender, to that beat-upon, fringe, marginal survivor who keeps going, and keeps going despite all odds, despite all the chips stacked against him or her. I love you...because I am you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365605178

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The Jailhouse Looks Like Africa

The Jailhouse Looks Like Africa

Michael Ollie Clayton

...an ode to the non-violent offender

Contents

The Jailhouse Looks Like Africa

...an ode to the non-violent offender

This book is dedicated to all the brick boyz and ‘ject jiggas who know full damn well that if the law was applied to EVERYBODY equally and fairly there’d be a whole helluva lot more folks...black, white, yellow, brown, and red sharing a cell or a dormitory with them.

Copyright  © 2006 by Michael Ollie Clayton

Immo’ Send You Sumpin’

By The Numbers

Incoming

At This Moment, I Got Them Internet Blues

Exit Wound

Fallen Star

Vitamin Nic

You’re The Last Person I Wanted To See

Governmental-Uh, That’s Govern(...their...)Mental

She’s Having My Slavery

Ready For The Dorm!

Mini-Laundering

The Wild, Wild ’Hood

The Brotherhood Of Bars

Clarity

Conduct Unbecoming A Thug

So What!!!

JoeMan, The Hustla Woodman

The Natives Are...Resting!

Oh Say, Can You...

Song Of The Vulture

Club Med

Rooted, Literally...

Bi-societal

Hard Time

Jailhouse Jesus

Thug Flat

Variations On Theme

Un-Puffed

Amazing Grass

Papers

Eatin’

Anythang U W-W-Want...!

There But For The Grace...

Payback

With A Grain Of Salt...

DOC Shakedown!

Unintended Contact

A Big Hit

N.Y.A.N.

Who Knows?

43

Sneaky Freaky

Literature & Hell

Scrambled Programming

The Miguel & Spoog Show

The Beating Of The Meat

Torture

Soul On Hold

Thank You

What I Want It To Be

Surrogate Parenting

Cali On My Mind

Geo-Strategic/’Hood-Specific

Hair, Hair, Hair

How To Get Even In Jail Without Catching A Charge

Always On Display

Mad Nigga Disease

It’s For U

Rack-ability

The Cover, The Book

One Of Those Dayz

Drift Away...

2% Hatin’, 98% Frontin’

Gen C

A High Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

The House Of Hierarchy

Stuck On N

I Don’t Think So!

The Silence Of The Pen

Penal Atmosphere

Best Way Out

The Currency Of Intellect

What Will Come Of Me?

The Province

Got That S****** Fever!!!

This Time

The Long Foot Of The Law

Power Of The Pen

Whatchu’ Workin’ Wif"

Burning Eyes, Sour Faces

The Calm Eye Of A Quiet Storm

It Would Kill Me

Help Me, Please

Coca Flow

100 Days Of Lock

The Shaking of the Speare

Flyin’ High

He Said, He Said...

Nigg-stablishment

That Criminal Gene

If You Ain’t Got Love, You Got Damn It

Of My Own Doing

Poor Charlie Mac

Institutions, Institutions, I Know You Well...

Frozen Stiff

Pax Hip Hop

Rustic Anticipation

Outside In...

The Wonder Of It All

How Deep The Disconnect...?

Majority Rule

It’s All God’s Shit

Ye’ Knew Me Well

Free Ride

England, Here I Come...

Peeping Me

New Kid On Lock

All Dried Up

How Sweet It Isn’t

Small-Town Barracudas

Good As Gold

Life Lock

But Your Honor, I Was Only Being A Capitalist...

This book is dedicated to all the brick boyz and ‘ject jiggas who know full damn well that if the law was applied to EVERYBODY equally and fairly there’d be a whole helluva lot more folks...black, white, yellow, brown, and red sharing a cell or a dormitory with them.

Copyright  © 2006 by Michael Ollie Clayton

ISBN #: 978-1-365-60517-8

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This book was printed in the United States of America.

Immo’ Send You Sumpin’

all of a shock and much to his surprise

nigga’s name got called

he couldn’t believe it himself

but the boy done made bond

he goes to tossin’ his DOC issue all in one bundle

heads to the cage

signifying his boys:

he’s gonna do this, he’s gonna do that

gonna send paper, gonna send stamps

but chances are

you won’t see shit, not even him

‘til you hit the set,

or pass his ass on the way back in

By The Numbers

1 times $21...

the inmate multiplied by the taxpayer-paid daily price

...for incarceration;

$21 times 230,