When you see my big black car
coming slowly up your street
run and hide.
Its chrome, blinding in the sun,
will warn you that I’m there.
Run and hide.
For once you’ve stepped into
that big black car,
all that you knew
and all that you were
will never be the same.
Not because of what you’ll find
but rather what holds your heart
suppressed, denied, imprisoned
once freed will explode
in inconceivable euphoria
finding, at last, home.
Consider it with care.
Perhaps you’ll choose
to step inside
or perhaps you’ll run and hide.
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