maelstrom in a tea cup

Nothing makes me want to disappear
As when someone opens their mouth

It’s just my luck
I get hit by a car
While carrying a cake

Dripping cherries
Onto pavement
Bride and groom on my face

I’m not there like a ghost ship in a storm

It only figures
That I’d ride my bike
Into wet cement

And as I’m sinkin’
The last thing that I think
Is did I pay my rent

I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm