Chill'in With The Demon Boys

Party Down, Way Down

Traveling down

highways, byways,

causeways and boulevards.

I find in reality,

this place,

my mind is a

never-ending maze.

Of spinning wheels

of little boxes,

compartments all.

Stacked quite high.

Well above my eyes,

I look up and see

the flashing light,

reflected off

the cold dark wings.

I envision them to save

some time,

the monkey flight,

on Dorothy's night.

I pay them no mind

like they are bats

after fleas.

To clear the air.

They can be such pest.

Interrupting,

some beautiful thoughts.

As they think of their real intent.

It's time to get in

their face

and make something

quite clear.

When they came here,

it was not my choice,

but I gave in

at first in fear.

Time was short

and I observed

their fate if

I refuse to care.

So in the end,

I give them their due

in a limited space.

And share that space.

As I chase these words.

But if they get in the way

no matter the condition I'm in.

Just kick'im aside.

Cause they only thrive on fear!