Take a trip to the top of the slide,
Hold your breath,
Take a dive,
Spinning along the ceramic path,
Friction alluded,
But not to last,
You can’t really see where you’re going,
Water pressure—
Is unknowing,
A ducking spin along a track,
Not for the wary,
Not for the ones with heart attacks,
But for those that can,
Raise your arms,
And scream goddamn,
And we can see what is at the bottom,
How deep the endpoint,
How fresh the splash zone?
Do you pay for each trip down?
Not a cent,
You rascal clown.
You pay for entry and not a dollar more,
Because to pay each time would be an intolerable chore.
