‘BEANSTALK VERTIGO’
You know what I think?
I think you got less in those magic beans than you bargained for
I think you got less, far less – and far more
At first wondrous green sprouted tendrils of promise,
Curling and winding an irresistible lure
Dizzying heights of adventure climbed in breathless elation
You reached many places others never dared dream…
Then you discovered the castle - already taken
A giant problem you were sure you could face
Quick wits and talent kept you safe, out of danger
Seizing opportunities, treasures, and stowing their weight
But the smell of success roused appetites from slumber
Invitations to dinner had you as the main course
Bone-grinding teeth bared in too-eager smiles
Crushing heels lumbering and looming toward you
You wish that your beans hadn’t burgeoned so far…
So you’re hiding it out in the oven (of all places!)
Watching gold-counting tyrants command tunes at their whim
Cramped with new perspective your worry is building
You crave an escape from this beanstalk vertigo
But your legs begin trembling as you realize for certain
You’d be hunted to pulp scrambling down to the ground
No choice but to topple the overgrown dreams,
To axe down the hopes holding you up for so long
What’s left is a story ending with less than its start
A story of jack - just Jack – and that’s all.
I think you got less in those magic beans than you bargained for
I think you got less, far less – and far more
At first wondrous green sprouted tendrils of promise,
Curling and winding an irresistible lure
Dizzying heights of adventure climbed in breathless elation
You reached many places others never dared dream…
Then you discovered the castle - already taken
A giant problem you were sure you could face
Quick wits and talent kept you safe, out of danger
Seizing opportunities, treasures, and stowing their weight
But the smell of success roused appetites from slumber
Invitations to dinner had you as the main course
Bone-grinding teeth bared in too-eager smiles
Crushing heels lumbering and looming toward you
You wish that your beans hadn’t burgeoned so far…
So you’re hiding it out in the oven (of all places!)
Watching gold-counting tyrants command tunes at their whim
Cramped with new perspective your worry is building
You crave an escape from this beanstalk vertigo
But your legs begin trembling as you realize for certain
You’d be hunted to pulp scrambling down to the ground
No choice but to topple the overgrown dreams,
To axe down the hopes holding you up for so long
What’s left is a story ending with less than its start
A story of jack - just Jack – and that’s all.
Image © Marcus Trucket - click on image to be directed to his website, Mad Hamster Studios, where you can see a larger version.
