Prisoner to Payroll

I wrote this for my mother. She works in Payroll at a nursing home.

Prison guards pay me
as I file their woes.
Workers comp and lunch times.
Please punch out soon!

My fellow prisoners snarl
when I hand them their checks.
"Not right! Not right!"
Like a broken record player.

Warden says
"Girl, you're too young to be free!"
Maybe in a few years.
My mantra each day.

I'd pay my bail
if I had the chance.
But if I had that kind of money,
I wouldn't be here!

Nose to the grindstone.
Please! Let me out!
But, ya know, in the end,
it's all worth it.