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from The Prison Poems of Enron CEO Kenneth Lay
My mood swings Like testicles In boxer shorts On a summer afternoon. Yesterday, I was elated By mashed potato Made from powder mix. Today, planet Earth hurts my feelings. Even the sun sucks.
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from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
They said, “Offshore entities.” They said, “Fraudulent means.” They said, “Retirement accounts, empty.” After Plunkitt of Tammany Hall, I said, “I seen my opportunities, and I took ‘em.” I said, “My...
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from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
I think of my beautiful wife. I think of the other women I have known. I knew them only briefly. I didn’t know them very well.
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from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
The clothing they give me Is ill fitting, of lighter color Than that of my fellow inmates. I look, at first, like a lifer —Like I’m “good at this.” My hardened comrades— They know how soft I am. If...
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from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
No, shareholder. I do not long for the life outside —To feel, with fingers, the bark of that oak. This place has taken even that from me. I manage only the occasional emotion. I cradle it like the last...
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from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
My wife, she writes. The dog has grown infirm. I will not observe its final pawed steps, Or chauffeur it to its sleep At the veterinary chamber. My wife, I write back to her, and try humor: “Cupcake,...
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from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
I cooked the books and the books tasted like filet mignon.
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Breasts (a Kenneth Lay prison poem excerpt)
I let imagination Philander for me. Female breasts Unmoored from brassiere Jog for position In my male mind. My libido Inflates like a Frightened sea cucumber.
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