My addiction has caused me a problem
Now I'm locked in the car with a warden
He is making a list of restrictions
With his fingers obsessive and rotten
I would love to get out of this prison,
Though I can't find a meaningful reason
For convincing myself that my feeling
Is abruptly old-fashioned this season
I get tired of black and white colours
Even "green" can bring fortune in dollars
Warden's stick with its monsterous striping
Makes me cede all my secrets in hollers.
2008