COCAINE  PLANE   by Riley Lincoln
                                                                                                                            West Palm Beach, FL
                                                                                                                             2010
I know you all sang, riding the train, high on cocaine.

Life has changed, it's now riding the plane, down that white line of cocaine.

It's doctors, lawyers, thieves and the insane,

But they all have to fly the plane down the white line of pain.


Then there are the athletic stars, people think they go to bars.

But first they take that old plane up to the stars

and they feel fine

After landing on the big white line,


And there are the politicians who stand there, look you in the eye

And promise another big lie,

They all get up in the morning and hop on the plane,

And land on the big white line of shame,


Then there's your beautiful wife who gets on the plane and is short of money,

The pilot smilesw as she unzips his pants and calls him "honey,"

They all ride the cocaine plane down the big white line

And think it is fine,


But one day when you land

And the big white line has gone and turned to sand,

You will lose your breath

And standing at the end of the runway is Doctor Death.

"Hello, my children, how do you do?

I have come for you,"