RESCUE ME

I am tied to the tracks

oppressed by a sinister mustache.

I am tightly bound

feeling the bass rumble of my future speed closer.

I have splinters on my ass

a steely chill on my arms

a cramp in my calf.

I am stuck here, awaiting a fate that is obvious, imminent, unoriginal.

I am chained to the ground

waiting for technology to roll over me.

I am waiting to die.

Save me.