That Jovial, Green Bitch

Second star to the right

And straight on till morning

Then straight down

A manufactured and turbulent fall

Picked at, lifted, and dropped again

It’s exhilarating in a way

In the way of pure terror

I thought this was supposed to be fun

Happy thoughts and all that

But one sneeze and everything changes

Kind of hard to think happy thoughts

When you’re plummeting toward earth

And from a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet

You can’t exactly tuck and roll

I probably should have just stayed in bed

But I was convinced otherwise

By a whimsical 12 year-old dressed as a bush

Turns out, not a good decision

That Peter Pan is a real jerk

                                                           MS