On an iron beast that does not smoke.
Where it goes I do not know.
The ride took quite a bit of time.
I waited for the awful chime.
To signal where the ride would end.
Waiting for the Judas friend.
The friend was large and quite a whale.
He told us all to go to hell.
Lurching but staying on the same path.
Not wanting to face realities wrath.
Soon I and another got up and off.
On the last treacherous stop.
Another stopped once we were done.
And ended our terrible mechanical wrong.
A nice steed large and white.
Carried us into the night.