I climbed up the dragon

To the sixty third floor.

My breath tasted of fire

As I walked through the door.

They said God lived on seventy

But I wasn’t so sure.

I was far far too early

For conclusions to draw.

-

The view was quite stunning

I could see really far.

Past all illness and poverty

Past the Fuehrer and Czar

Past the cooler than cool street kid

Who dismantled my car

And his cross eyed, part time girl friend

Who gave at the bar.

-

I was told to take a number

And sit by the wall.

They would call me when my time came

If my time came at all.

I wondered if I held my breath

I could help postpone my fall

But something told my that as my time was near

I should begin to make my crawl.

-

The way back down was faster

They sent me by express.

My thoughts were full of holes now

No time left to transgress.

I should have pleaded for my life
But I lacked all the finesse

When I made it down, it was to another town

And I really was a mess.

-

I climbed up the dragon again

Refusing to give in.

My breath tasted of chilly pepper

‘Twas quite a funny thing.

I made it just past sixty fifth

Before an angel caught my shin.

I fell to the ground, without making a sound

Could have sworn I saw him grin.

-

On and on this tale went on

I can tell you it was hell

Questions, I surely  had a few

But no answers can I tell.

Every time I made the climb

I just as surely fell.

The meaning of it evades me

As I make my final yell.

 

 

 

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