Trust Fall
Arms out
Eyes closed
Deep breath
Static dose
Is that a dial tone I hear?
Direct line to the Big Boy Ear?
Or have I flatlined, bedsheets wet
cold sweat as the Doc yells Clear!
Am I the rock or the hard place?
The pillow or the puddle?
I seem to be the grease between
Escaping, slipping subtle
Keep your profile low
your hood up and dark
we can’t afford the Eye to see
a good death miss its mark
Just bear in mind what little time
you have to stop and choose
It’s in and out, a smash and grab
don’t take more than you’ll use
That’s good for now, a decent take
they’ll see what they believe
Regale the tale to inspire, but hide
the treasures up your sleeve
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