Where the Fekk Am I Mister Pegasus?

 

            Okay everybody,

I really do give in,

Pegasus has me worried,

Where the fekkin hell I been?

 

You only live twice,

By fekk I know the feeling,

I figure if I knew all I did in uniform,

My heart would go ‘a’ reeling.

 

I catch glimpses of another world,

Especially when I’m sleeping,

It may explain the pain I feel

As my battered brain goes leaping.

 

            ‘Leaping’, what a funny word

I’m sure I don’t mean madness,

But the other world I jump into,

Brings paranoia and sadness.

 

Perhaps the clock did stop

When jumping from those planes,

And now I’m neither here nor there –

My soul a trophy in some game.

 

            Aye, anyone who’s been airborne

My question their own mind,

Be you Para, SAS, SBS

Or before a void about to fall.

 

Drop drop drop,

The skies the fekkin limit,

The canopy unfurls,

The PLF is rigid.

 

Or am I still dropping down –

Blacked out about to cream?

By fekk if that be the case,

I’d be a wanker it would seem.

 

I wonder if I could jump again

After all this mental torture,

Could I leap out and frog a bit,

Or would it seal an own self slaughter?

 

By fekk I am a maniac,

So daft and fekkin brave,

I know if I could jump again

I’d leap if it’s all the same.

 

Okay Mister Pegasus,

Watch over me as I fall,

And if I get into a state,

Then make the descent stall.

 

The fly along catch me in flight,

And pull the bloody ring,

So I can float back down to earth

And jump ‘a’ fekkin ‘gain.

 

But if I fall and don’t wake up

Don’t let me go to hell,

Give me a drop-zone in the stars

At a heavenly citadel.

 

Then bless me with a Halo,

Let me soar through the universe,

As a RIGHTEOUS AIRBORNE ANGEL,

Destroying every species curse.

 

“SHIT! MY FEKKIN ALTIMETERS STUCK AT 2000 FEET!”

 

Michael J Waite

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