Dirty Tommy

After spending to many years in prison I survived but only at a great price and permanent psychological damage. Tommy, dirty Tommy is a head hunter, booty bandit, the lizard as most whom wear dentures are generally called. Spending an inordinate amount of time and thinking but could they do it here, here or there. Lucky was I to spend the last few years of my sentence here. The guards knew all of the tricks of the trade, and I was used to this quiet, laid back prison as a nice place. Never monitored were the showers or bath stalls the urinals their handle bars and more bars of soap on the floor than I could count. I learned then that no secret was safe and unless I gave in while he milked it as to Tommys joy my being a librarian was my great misfortune. I remember one day being in the young adult section and noticed rhythmical movement out of he corner of my eye, my day job. And under dirty Tommys, table he worked with his hands kneading dough while another young fellow his eyes open wide moved independantly of each other. This was too much, and every day, I held out made it that much more he would get. I said to Tommy about this kind of business he called it kindness then he winked and smiled. Apparently jealous of Tommy, this orher person at great risk to him self stood up and moved away these kind of secrets most kept to them selves.