I can remember when dinosaurs ran the take-out windows.
I would ride on their slippery backs as their big, flat, hulking feet merrily
rolled their way across this once-jungled land we’ve since conquered and call Home.
Then, one fiery morning, I looked around and all the dinosaurs were gone and I remember thinking, oh, they must be at lunch or something. I’ll see them later, probably.
But I didn’t.
They went away for a very, very, long, long time.
I knew one day I’d find them again and ride on their backs one more time
And here I am.
Only now, they seem to get fewer miles to the gallon.
2 comments:
Do we ride their backs or do they ride ours? Today, this day, I sure do seem to feel their heavy weight pressing down.
This is good stuff, dear Alien. Someone should make a movie.
I'm learning how to ride the Dinosaur myself. It, too burns huge amounts --
*roar*
-- is very economic, I mean. Easy Toto.
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