I spent the night in jail one night
Very scary – locked up tight.

How do moneyed women do it for two plus years?

Exchanging Hermes scarves for an orange jumpsuit
What if they don’t like the color?
When released, do they avoid it the rest of their lives?
Hard to avoid a Harvest Moon.

Are friends made inside?
Doubtful…different educational backgrounds
And really, you run with a different crowd
Not much running in there though

But wait…You have amazing traits –                                                                              things so few know about you –

Will your personal servents keep a schedule while you’re gone?
Dusting unused desks – changing unslept in sheets –                                          Perhapes they’ll use the beds and desks – see how the other half lives –
Or, do they have integrity?  Good word, that.

When you get out you’ll still have millions
You could buy a farm in Connecticut…Oh wait,
That’s where the prision is…
Doubt that’s a viable opition

Must be hell in there – tho not the hell of losing a man you adored 
to another woman
nor the hell of being an inmate in a concentration camp
during the Holocaust

Isn’t it amazing how you find out who your friends really are?
It works that way when someone dies, too

Just read about you, and wondered…