RacingDownTheStreet: control

when it’s done

you realize you

have some semblance of control

even as the world around you

frays at the seams

transforms then transforms again

never reverting back to its old self

because we die if it does

so it doesn’t

and the people scream

freedom! liberation!

immune to death

drenched in the blood of Jesus

they go forth

they need haircuts and manicures

no government handouts for them

God provides

donate your bailout to your beloved pastor

bring out the guillotines

and you keep cleaning and organizing

and you look at your handiwork

your accomplishments

your finished projects

and your world focuses on a pinpoint

and all’s well in your tiny haven

and you hold sway with magic and such

and sit back and feel your own freedom and liberation

RacingDownTheStreet