Though I am stuck on this ferris wheel
of trodden fortune, my jolly roger
still flies with the gusto I'm after.
The last thing I need is an emergency.
A jump from car to car, brains below
on the pavement, which I admit
from here look a lot like art.
I'm gonna be king of the ingrates!
Brand me with the company spoon,
see how tricky it is, like wearing a suit.
Treading water's good where there's water.
Where we're going, we don't need lies,
not even the ones for ourselves.
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