Life or something like it....

Gut clenched
heartbeat racing
Stuck on a maniacal roller coaster
Destination: who knows where
eyes tight shut
blinded in fear and
with every corner
fingers are crossed
because there's a possibility of being tossed
Conductor stop the world,
I wanna get off.

Unwillingly buckled into
plastic seats
the ride chugs along
to bad man beats of
crime and big man privates
under six year olds
uniform pleats
no the ride doesn't stop
it keeps on speeding
up the steep trek of the economic climb
and down to a place where the end is not in sight
fingers grip cool metal bars
As we fly loopty loop through dark nights.

No Red light
Or yellow light
Just green light quick
Wizzing and zipping
I’m gonna be sick
From music
The daunting dancehall kind of beat
And rap where lil wayne shrieks
as we take a sharp turn through city streets
Burnt and stained from H.I.V. and illiteracy
climbing
trekking

Oh How i wish
I could get off this
crazy coaster
away from the heat
of this global toaster
faster we plummet
near the depths of hell
but then again
its too soon to tell

So, with our

Gut clenched
heartbeat racing
Stuck on a maniacal roller coaster
Destination: who knows where
Population: Us
with every corner
fingers are crossed
because there's a possibility of being tossed
Conductor stop the world,
I wanna get off.

That Mackey Girl
©2009