Prison Versus Housewives
In prison, you get three square meals a day.
At home, you cook three square meals a day and
try to get your kids to eat it.
In prison, you get to watch TV, cable even.
At home, you get to listen to your children fight
over the remote control and get treated to hours and hours
of mindless cartoons thanks to cable.
In prison, all your medical care is free.
At home, you have to pawn your mother's silver
and fill out trillions of papers for insurance and hope
the doctor will see you before you die.
In prison, if you have visitors, all you do is
go to a room, sit, talk and then say good-bye when you
are ready or your time is up.
At home, you get to clean for days in advance and
then cook and clean up after your guests and hope that
they will one day leave.
In prison, you can spend your free time writing
letters or just hang out in your own space all day.
At home, you get to clean your space and everyone
else's space, too, and what the heck is free time again?
In prison, you get your own personal toilet.
At home, you have to physically hold the bathroom
door shut in order to keep from having someone standing
over you demanding to know how long till you're done so
you can do something for them.
In prison, the prison laundry takes care of all
your dirty clothes.
At home, you get to take care of them yourself,
plus everybody else's, and get yelled at because somebody's
favorite shirt isn't clean.
In prison, they take you everywhere you need to
go.
At home, you take everybody else where they need
to go.
In prison, the guards transport all your personal
effects for you and make sure nothing is missing.
At home, you have to lug around everybody else's
stuff in your purse and then wonder who went in it and
took your last dollar.
In prison, there are no screaming or whining children
or spouses asking you to do something else for them, or
screaming at you because you didn't.
At home....stop me when I get to the downside of
jail, will ya?