Lawrence S. Pertillar
Ascension - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
What is being built over there?
'That's the new attraction for this coming year! '
Why do they need another one?
There are enough of these thrill rides as it is.
'This is just a rumor...
So please do not quote me!
But from what I understand,
This ride is going to produce
The greatest sensation of all!
Look at it!
Isn't it the biggest thing you've ever seen? '
I wonder what they are going to call this one?
'They have started a contest already,
To name that steep climb.
A winner has been chosen.
They have selected to call that, Ascension! '
That's a great name!
What about the entire ride itself?
And after that drop...
There is a tunnel to take the people,
Through scenes of lifestyles flashing by...
Before they all come to a stop.
Once there they are given smelling salts!
The folks behind this,
Have had this figured out for some time!
Every detail of it! '
I know that is going to be the rage,
That thing is higher than the Empire State Building!
That dropp is going to have people off their feet,
For a very long time!
You know it!
They are counting on it!
And check this out!
I'm told the ride is going to be free for everyone! '
'Not at all!
I know a few folks who have already applied,
To become operators!
AND for top pay! '
What about you?
Why don't you apply?
'Ive been watching this being built for so long.
I've been trying to find a way to sell 'puke' bags,
With my name on it 'before' people even see this thing!
Find a double purpose for it!
Maybe insulate it to carry their eyeballs? !
I don't know.
But I want it to be original! '
When is it due to open for the public?
I've heard they want it completed before the Spring! '
Before the Spring?
That's right around the corner!
And I have yet to come up with a design! '
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