Went on a day trip,
carried on as a night trip,
she met witches,
and *******,
and cliffs that crumbled,
before her eyes,
they dissolved,
as Henry dissolved the monastic orders,
where reality of beliefs were questioned out loud,
inside the mind of the trippers,
she listened to music so loud, but so quiet,
in a spot where sounds played on indecipherable,
she went out to dinner with the man of her dreams,
however;
it wasn't a bit like it seemed,
he fed her spaghetti,
it made her sick,
it tasted good at the time.
The journey continued,
met up with Old Nick,
who screeched at her,
" you ****** day trippers,
you all make me sick"
he played a bit more,
with her day tripping mind,
He laughed loudly at her,
right in her face,
pallid visage,
as he scared her to death.
she sat and she gibbered, as an unmoulded jelly,
and she cried,
poor little cow,
looking back,
she doesn't know how, she ever enjoyed it.
She never enjoyed it really,
some scary escapism.
never again.
(C) Livvi