Too chicken

Poetry slam

Too chicken

I look up at the blue blue sky

and the ride looks like it's a mile high.

Though on my own I would remain a chicken

my friends push me like a shepherd

The ride creaks and groans with the wait of the universe

In rhythm with the symphony of screams.

I shift into the final empty space

sending my soul and brain to a quiet forlorn place.

My friends poke and tug me having the time of their lives

while I think of everything that could cause is to lose our lives.

We pull to a jarring stop and my stomach drops to China.

I was a chicken, but now I have become a sheep

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Poem by Snakkey