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The Glider Ride
Up in the air
Gliding up there
You have to believe what you can’t see at all;
Won’t let you fall!
Cut through the wind;
By nothingness pinned!
It kicks at your belly, tossing you well!
You’re a salad from hell!
I’m not satisfied
That because birds can fly
This old painted box can
Stay in the sky!
It’s rock hard below;
And I’m up here, hello!
Trusting mechanics, and aerodynamics,
And what do they know?
They're safe on the ground
While we’re heaven-bound—
With a pilot from hell who likes
Horseing around!
They call it a joystick;
Well, it's made me airsick;
So I’ll take this sack, and I’ll be right back;
NO! Don’t do an air trick!
Oh please bring it down!
Put feets on the ground!
I’m green in the derma; and fervently longing
For sweet terra firma!
If you do a roll
I’ll hock up my soul;
Trust me, my money’s worth
isn’t my goal!
This ride is over, pal!
Head for the clover!
I’m cured of grandstanding;
And you won’t get paid if you
Don’t make a landing!
My feet feel like twigs;
Let me outta this rig!
No, I’m NOT grazing!
I'm keeping the promise I made if I lived!
"Thank you my sweet
For this swell birthday treat!
the flight was sublime;
You must do it next time,
It’ll be on my dime! "
(YOU be the view-king!
YOU do the puking!
YOU take the thumps that raise
bumps on your skin!
Cause I will be damned;
If you’ll get me crammed
Into a glider plane ever again!)
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