Ticket taken  take your seat  buckle up and wait
until the roller coaster starts to move you slowly
then ever faster until you grip the sides and start
to scream with something that is akin to laughter
but terror’s neighbor whose arm you clutch as up
and almost over and then down you go screaming
whoa wow eyeballs bulging larger than the sockets
will allow like the eyeballs of the ocellated blenny
Everyone is screaming so it must be fun
as the roller-coaster cars shoot as if rocket-launched
suddenly upward and then stick way up there in thin
air suspended docked above the expanded landscape
breathless eager for dreading what will happen next
before plunging from a height of four-thousand feet
above the ever-rising sea level then looping up gut-
wrenchingly again until… Dead ahead the final mile
of iron track remains unlaid owing to the reluctance
Lo! The final mile of iron track remains unlaid
of the oligarchs to make pledged donations until such
time as they receive assurance that each in turn shall
have a shot or crack at governing a fractious nation
So the Slingshot flings us howling into outer Space
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Who knew? We all bought into the ride
