Kidnapped
As a little boy, suffered rapacious spells
My raptor infested dreams, in time would tell
Let’s flash forward fifteen surrealistic years
Awoke gagged and bound and I found I was snagged and here
“Where the hell am I?” I screamed
Clamped my eyes shut ~ fear of faces that have been seen
I feel I’m choking and I can’t breathe
Must be this dopey feeling, I believe…
Open my eyes, I’m coming down
Must be an after hour dancing spree
Then I foggily recount my surroundings
Oh my God! I’m in a laboratory
A man of mad science variety is peering at me
He says: “You’ll feel no pain, so much anesthesia speeding through your veins
It will take a little time and then your organs are mine
And on the leftovers I’ll dine”
I’m not ready to die!
I guess I’ve got nothing to lose
An image of my steel toe boots
Fight or Flight? Both I choose
I kicked him in the eye
And like a butterfly I flew and flew….
I don’t think he can see me
I don’t think he can see me
In the dark country
By starlight I am free
In the dark country
Divinely, I am free
But where the hell am I?
I’ve got to get home
I’ve got to get home
I’ve got to get home
I’ve got to get home
Copyright 2002 Beau Phillips