a recent trip to jail inspired this prison poem you look at me behind the bars in my cage with nothing to say sympathy crosses your heart a gentle tear falls down your face you frown at my disgrace i go to court and pray for bail but as per usual my lawyer fails you'd think a tear would cross my face you'd think I'd should some disgrace but I show no emotion deep in my heart i miss my dear friends but I know we will reunite in the end I call my lawyer and we talk about about a plea a confession of guilt inexchange for freedom but no gaurantee he asked me what I did i list off the charges though the only crime i committed was being born free I look back from bars at you the ones that sympathize and I shed a tear for you not because of your pain but because your truly the one in jail can't even attempt bail for your prison so cunning a prison for your mind and soul a story so old a prison of porsches and comfy house a prison of TV's and fancy things a prison made by greed created by the powers that be
