Sick bed
cubicle chair
spin the wheel
and
head for
the emergency room.
The ground is
emerging
on this
ill timed
revolution.
I'm feeling
exposed
and
sans cullotes,
like I could
get stabbed
taking a bath
or
get soaked
pledging my affection.
We all
gotta pay the fare
and ride
the attraction
alone.
It looks enticing
from the
humdrum
of the fairway
because you always
forget
every top
is chasing
the bottom.
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