It’s tough when cell mates say goodbye.
They’re men, so they don’t want to cry.
Like brothers who have both done wrong
and been sent to their room so long,
each one knows what their mate’s about,
and suddenly, one’s getting out.
How does a con express his thanks
to one who’s helped him avoid shanks?
One guy showed macho gratitude:
carved in his skull, "I’ll miss you, dude."