Composition: I Need a Chariot Wagon

I’m not about to jump on that bandwagon. I’m about to fly, so I need a chariot wagon.

Come with me and try to be normal. Come with me to see what breathes.

Ever seen a man with his pinky up, drinking a cup? The ground comes up to meet you when you are doing it tough.

I’m dissolving into the environment, these evolving skyscrapers want to hire men.

I’m on a hill and I got my eyes on the gate.

Don’t show them your ID, just yes when you’re pleasing.

Doing circles, doing the time, oh it’s time to recline.

The whole place fell apart and God came down off his cart. Oh, you better believe I got heart.

© 2012, S.D. McKinley

By S.D. McKinley

S.D. McKinley lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. He was born in the first half of the 1980's and grew up in Wisconsin as a young boy, then moved to Georgia when he turned exactly twelve years old. During teenage years, he raced dirt track go karts and played guitar. He discovered his current love for all kinds of art after his mid-life crisis at 25 years old. S.D. McKinley began writing books in 2017.

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