My plea for help was soon replied,
When a man came walking down from the hills,
Saying: “Hello matey, fancy some pills?”
He pulled some tablets out from behind his back,
Put them in my mouth and gave my head a whack.
He then ran away.

Suddenly the sky around me turned to pink,
And I started to wink,
Violently.
My head began to ache,
And my knees began to shake.
I jumped up into the sky,
And let out a cry:
“Help me: I think I’m going to die.”
Nobody heard my plea.

I climbed up a tree,
And looked at the sea, which was yellow,
And floating on it was a boat,
Which suddenly rose into the air.
I tugged on my hair,
And it all fell out,
Onto the grass down below,
Which was coloured black.
I fell out of the tree and landed on my back.

I let out a wail,
Because I had grown a tail,
Which was fifty-two feet long,
And was coloured purple
With fluorescent green stripes.
I flapped my hands then,
And I started to fly.
I could see the boat
Above me in the air,
But as for the moment I didn’t care.
This was true life
And nothing more,
So I shut my eyes
And heard a bang
As I fell to the floor.


© 2000 Matt Everett