in your hand is all you need
knock it back and you can just soar along the breeze
think too much and it'll fold
fifty years from now compounded by the no

so he drank it down
and his arms fell off
and in their place
a pair of feathered stumps emerged

and on and on for hours and miles
over all the burning cars and endless rubble piles
plumes of smoke were rising high
towering obstacles to duck and dive around

but the peace was broke
with a powerful crack
as one good shot
spun him round and round til all went black