The Suicide Imp

You’re a kid in sandals sitting in a car Whooshing high speed past heath ‘Say BOO! ‘ says the suicide imp ‘And you’ll all go spinning’ But you sit on your hands You clamp your tongue in your teeth You’re swinging alone in the park The height of the stained glass pane ‘Slip off’ says the suicide imp You tighten your hold on the chain You’re cycling a hair-pin bend Freckles speckling your face ‘Edge to the left, ’ he says ‘Woo empty space’ It’s the sunniest day in summer You’re walking over a bridge A hundred trees below are gently sighing ‘Jump, ’ says the suicide imp ‘And go out flying.’ The suicide imp is dark, he lives in a crack The cards fall down for the joker in the pack