Moving Blocks

I remember when I was just a kid I thought that the worst part of prison would be the boredom. When games of tag got out of hand, the cold compartmentalizing bars just seemed so cruel. Then, I was used to people watching me shit; no privacy for idle hands when motivation is a sugar high. Those awful lunches while avoiding recess punches, and I didn't know the half of it. But what I didn't really understand most of all, was that after they cut you into individual cells, sometimes they gave you books to read before lights out.