Forwards, I am cylinders with rims and made to store Backwards, I am vessels small, across the waves I soar

This is a prison where the innocent are incarcerated Prisoners are exchanged Rarely is an inmate released They may be born here, here they die It is socially acceptable to visit Watch the inmates eat Take a picture of your kids being frightened by the exotic inmates.

Sometimes you can find hot, scantily dressed firefighters in me. You can gawk at them all year long. Don’t get all fired up about it though, it’s all for a good cause.

u can’t outdo my rate of travel. A shadow of substance, in packets I unravel. No breath to my pulse, I leave no trail. Floating yet, no ship I sail. I pierce the glass but shatter at a wall. When you see it’s me you see though I have no shape at all.

I crown the champion, the poet, the king, Yet I am a simple, green, woven thing. A collection of verses, a chain with no key, Hung over the doorway or wrapped round a tree. What am I?