NEW PRISONER

NEW PRISONER

I walked the long way home

After meeting with some friends,

Round behind the prison walls

Where nature makes amends.

The forest bowed in deference

To the concrete walls that barred

The misguided and the downright bad

Behind that grey façade.

But freely I jumped and skipped

Along the greening path,

My face and dirty knees

Dreaming of a hot bath.

Dancing around the old oak tree,

An old and trusted chum,

My eyes caught sight of an odd thing,

A kind of colourful sore-thumb.

I stopped and looked around a while

To check no-one was near,

And then I walked toward the bush

To take a closer peer.

I then discovered in full colour

To what I had been drawn,

There in the woods, beside the jail,

Was a stash of hardcore porn.

Dumped in the undergrowth,

Far away from the noisy crowd,

My youthful mind had stumbled upon

Naked ladies screaming loud.

I took up one magazine

And opened up a page,

And my innocence was unlocked

From behind its natural cage.

I felt a natural stirring

Of a naughty but exciting thing,

That led to a physical stiffening

Of my unfledged swing.

From behind the prison walls

I heard a fearful peal,

A ring that made me limp

Into the scrub to heel.

I stuffed the magazine

Between leg and underpants,

And awkwardly I walked on, upright,

And without my childish dance.

Finally, I got back home

And sauntered through the door,

The length of dirtiness in my keep

Had made my thigh red-raw.

I was met by my mother

And made my shy alibi,

I blushed and flushed and mumbled

And refused to meet her eye.

‘Your dinner will be ready soon,

You’re filthy, go and get clean,’

So, quickly I ran upstairs

Before I was asked where I’d been.

Why did mum look so different?

I asked with a red face,

She looked the same as this morning

But without her usual grace.

I closed the bathroom door,

My heart racing fast,

And loosened my belt to reveal

This virgin iconoclast.

So, I started to draw a bath

And threw my clothes off in disgust,

And opened the legs of the magazine

A new prisoner to male lust.