Treadmill Poem by Mike Garcia

round and round goes the bloody great wheel
whether you change
or stay the same
lifes treadmill goes on turning
inexorably
getting off is the name of the game
but not through sexual indulgence
or alcoholic stupor
maybe tripping for a little while
or dissolving the world in a puff of pot
but you cant make it go away
not unless
youre feeling real morose
and have recourse to the 'needle of death'
embracing my old friend
overdose
plus ça change plus cest la même chose
round and round goes the bloody great wheel