flashing neon, loud music, exotic
sights, smells, sounds, enticements
You know you shouldn’t over indulge
but you do and then you get sick
but what a ride, oh what a ride!
a disembodied voice reminds you to
‘Stay in your seat until the ride comes
to a complete stop!’
But by then it is way too late.
Love is cotton candy in the summer heat
sweet, sticky, satisfying – always a mess.
No matter how hard you try to keep your
fingers clean, it is always a great, big
sticky, gooey, wouldn’t-miss-it mess.