Bow Down

Bow Down

Now for the bow-down appeal
Gotcha me in her tracks
Soundtrack music starts its ahumming
I’m like a piece of uplifted bread
Feeling yeasts of growing transcendence
As the rebellious sense of what she’s doing kicks in
And I don’t know what else to decide
But we can wait around for the pizza delivery
Or the scolding schoolteacher with the wavering finger
And all cares of the world fly away
As if I’m a pigeon loyal to a something-or-other
And I never thought her grip would stay devoted
But such is the information I receive
When letting another take control