poem 243

the world is spinning
broken glamour
faces flashing
out the slammer

groove door slam bam
mind your manners
grab the pitchforks
raise the banners

voices rising
up the hill
bodies climbing
take your fill

the sun has set and the sphere has stopped
and you pray the charges will get dropped
but there's no brave to take the blame
blackmail's here to hide your shame

control's the key to your success
and desperately you gave your best
but reckless actions urged you on
to heights  you'd never dream beyond

couldn't stop while you're ahead?
darling, that's why you're dead

blind ambition drove you to the noose