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
poems 2 die for 