Learning to Sew Part 4: Bowling
Wax floor glistening, ball rolling forward
Us pins, standing rigid looking on in horror.
There is no way out, we are forever cornered
Death is upon us, knocking at the front door.
Heavy ball coming at us giving us a wink
into the gutter we pray it may sink
Bang! we are hit and we all start to fall
sneering faces at our despair through the hall.