The modern day Christ is tied to an escalator,
A very, very, very long escalator.
The feet are superglued to the stripy step,
And the hands are tied to the rubbery rail.
Everythingâ€™s fine for the first few minutes,
They wonder what all the fuss is about.
â€œTum te tum te tum te ta
Iâ€™ll be alright â€“ must be a joke.â€
But you may or may not be aware
When travelling up an escalator,
If you put your hand on the rubbery rail,
It edges forwards ever so slowly.
The rubber rail is also a drive-belt,
And it slips as it pulls the stairs upwards.
Theyâ€™re almost in synch, but not
Slowly the victim realises,
The elongated nature of his, now fixed, fate.
But he still canâ€™t really conceive it,
â€œYes itâ€™ll happenâ€, he now knows that.
But itâ€™ll take so long . . .
Itâ€™s so far off itâ€™s not worth the worry
â€œHe might as well forget about it,
And look at the ads???â€
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