He fell into an abbyss <br />Tripped over someone's soul <br />Took the ladder that she gave him <br />and climbed out of the hole. <br /> <br />Sometimes we get in fixes <br />Like we never dreamed we could <br />But I sure as hell don't stay there <br />I get out. <br /> <br />Walking down an empty street <br />Not a soul I chance to meet. <br />Til' I tripped through a see-through door <br />and found myself sprawled on the floor. <br />The Mafia took one look at me <br />decided I knew too much <br />So I removed myself from their fears <br />by pretending that I was dutch <br /> <br />See when problems do arise <br />and how true they often do <br />I play along with their game <br />and so, I think, should you.<br /><br />Louise McVicar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-out/
