I feel as if I am on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.
You know, the one at Disneyland.
The one that spins its way through
faces,
strange and distorted.
No one’s sitting at the wheel,
yet it is being driven by a lunatic.
It is like that now.
Into darkened rooms I go.
Horrible men lunge at me,
trying to grab me and take what is mine,
all the while laughing,
always laughing.
I feel the wind on my face
as I am hurled about,
too scared to scream.
From every corner they come,
with their orange hair and glowing lifeless eyes.
Demented creatures,
who lack depth and intelligence,
and move as if they were on tracks.
Soulless creatures.
Everywhere there is DANGER,
DANGER, DANGER.
but no one does anything.
The judge points and laughs
incapable of restoring order,
in an order-less world,
where nothing makes sense,
but insanity and greed.
All the while the barrels hang over my head,
and we keep spinning and twisting
further out of control,
waiting for them to fall.
Who are these men with their pointing fingers and
white teeth
deciding my fate?
It is all a jumble now,
a horrible jumble,
from which I can not escape.
from which I can not escape.
