You
are strapped in
And
going on the ride of your life.
It’s
going to dive,
Swirl,
Although
most of the time
It’s
just going to laboriously grind forward.
You
can loathe it.
Squeal
like a pig in clover.
But
as it glides slowly to a stop;
When
you know it’s just about over,
Think
what you want.
Reminisce
for a bit.
Use
the attendant’s hand if you’d like
And
squeeze as tight as you can.
The
ride’s come to an end.
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