Chariot of Crank.
The camel and I crossing this abyss
came upon a chariot promising bliss.
I strapped in, camel pulling the tank,
got off on a chariot of crank.
I was away riding the blood.
Bliss overwhelming me like a flood.
Riding on a chariot of crank.
On the stuff till my mind went blank.
So alive and awake day and night.
Chariot oh, a dizzying flight,
In bliss too long to notice my plight.
One day I noticed that I never ate,
and I stayed up more then just late.
Eating and sleeping were just forgot
while riding on the crank chariot.
Waking life changed into a dream.
I was immortal it would seem.
I was alive high in the head
wondering if I could be dead.
The ride continued, the mind played tricks
with sounds and visions and perceptions it picks.
I rode on till my blood stank.
Riding the blood on a chariot of crank.