This poem reads:

A PRISONERS LIFE

A prisoners life is never dull
a round of pleasure that has no lull
In Bilibid there he live at ease
No worry his, and what gay disease

Days are full and his nights are merry
as he dances late with his Beri-beri
and if he be quiet or just sedentary
He can sit it out with his Dysentery

The joys of Cholera all are his
no ordanary gal, such as Rheumatiz
just dames Bizzare like Mozambique
who spend the night or perhaps a week

The time will soon be drawing near
to leave his plague and Dengue dear
But then perhaps when freed to roam
He wont leave 'em, he'll take them home