Scramble

Scramble
By Christopher J. Bradley
Rough like a jump jet pilot
Take off in a windstorm
While a siren bounces
Through unfiltered air.
Mickey mouse on a cheese wheel
Running to catch a morsel
That he can smell
but will never taste.
Make me some eggs
Tobasco is nice
Mushrooms rule
I like a side of hash browns.
Up the hillside
with a big gun in his hand
Jumping mud clumps
Man has to hold on.
I like a puzzle with a point
One that bends my mind
One that takes me down
To a place where I
Scramble.
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