Riding the bumpy yellow

torture device home,

I stare at the ceiling for

lack of anything else to look at…

"Emergency Exit" it says,

and I find my self wondering

why life doesn't have an emergency exit…

but, then I notice that

even if there was one,

just like the exit on the bus,

it would be too hard to get to…

and what would you do

once you got there anyways?