RIDE

RIDE

come out
for a bit of a death drive

no need to worry
we got cruise control
we got a transmission
that is automatic

confess your need
for speed
that is certainly no sin

so forget singing your song
before we fasten all seatbelts

over the rainbow — well, there
is no rainbow, no yellow
brick road —
doesn’t
cut it no more

as we
overtake everything
at the foot of the blind rise

we can drive without lights
appreciate the darkness more

who cares what
falls by the wayside as
we accelerate science fiction

no picking up
hitch-hiker psychopaths
out for life of wild ride