There Goes Our Chicken

There goes our chicken right there.

At the medium it was chicken patty day on Tuesdays. Boy, did you look forward to that day.

Two months at the low and I can't remember one actual chicken patty.

The food walked out of the chow hall. Then it got cooked on grills made from the heating coils out of the roof.

We don't have a heater. We got grills, though.

The food I was supposed to get for free? Now I got to pay $20 or $30 a plate.

That's just how it runs in prison.

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What would you pay for a plate?