Ventriqulous Vant*

In front of them all today, my voice
Stopped, peaked, spluttered, dead
Down the rabbit pit, towards uncertain hell
Like snow white who's prince charming forgot,
and for eternity she screams rage, rage against
the dying of the light, in the midst of decay
you become a burro that toils and tills fields
noticing only the muscular aches and cramps
no idea as to the source, the idea, the belief
with a 5 cent copper piece of change to show
for your day, thinking big means redefining the
limits in your head but limits become road signs
and you pray, this too will pass

*Noojlish word combining rant and vent and pronounced in a pseudo French accent