Spinning Butts

Some folks Just might Call me Crazy,

hopefully Not known as Lazy.
Sitting down Can be Relaxing,
Spinning Butts is rather Taxing.

My calm Face just a Veneer,
Time and Space – they Disappear.
Worries in my Life are Gone,
I’m just Focused hanging On.

Was too Young to ride Alone,
Volunteered – so why – Unknown?
Was it Fun – I can’t Pretend,
just Wishing that it soon would End.

“Let’s go Again” she Said to me,
I had to Fake a Malady.
One more Ride would Not end Well,
Grandpa’s meal – Fly out and Smell.

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