Trapped behind the barz
My own prison
An accomplishment only achieved by the egotistical

My only escape

Lost with in my prison

Its bars as green as the fabled Marry Jane

Locks of pink, green, red, hell even orange and black

Key rings of ecstasy

Just for those tabbed up locks and Janey bars

Pick pick pick

The buds of my prison crumble

Flick flick fire

Fire fire fire

My bars burn

Burn until lungs burst

So high in the sky

I swear I can see stars

Below my feet

Peeled back eye lids

Waken and hungry

I find my ecstasy

Hidden in a key

Under the fire

Ecstasy burns

Bound in curiosity

I take that change

Key pushed into the rainbow tabbed lock

Crumbling

Its bitter horrid taste

All lost with my OJ

Gone with ideas of the elite

Sounds and music roll off the senses

Oh my pleasure trip

Lights, Motion, Dance, Drink, Fuck

Rolling down the hill

My lock clicks

Gates open, lights flash

Where am I?

Back behind my bars of green

For ever growing

Even when completely smoked out

Its there with no escape

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Repeat

Rinse

Oh a shower it feels great!

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