Just being Hizzoner

I'm laying here in my cell. Can't sleep. I keep thinking of these kids. They are the loudest mouthed of the whole bunch. When dinner was served they were both on the phone. The officer took care in placing their trays by them, but not on the floor, and before he allowed the rest of us to get our food. When they got off the phone they both immeditaly dumped their trays in the trash. Then they, me course, had endless questions for the officer. I saw the look on the faces of the inmates in orange. They have been here for weeks. And they were much more hungry than I was. The food is not only bad, but scarce. I also saw the look on the officer's face. I wished I could yell at them about empathy. Or maybe beat it into them. But somehow I don't think they would or even could hear me.