Got to Go

Got to go
yes, I’ve got to go.
there’s places to be
and grippings to show.
Coming off of caffeine
is a silly little trick
when the goings get tough
I drip, drip, drip.
“Try gripping the sternum”
my doctor said to me
he wasn’t too bright
and I broke my natural flee.
It ripped quite in half
and the labels fell off.
Slipped past the brink
of a shoe-seller’s watch.
Got to go
yes, said I
before I fall down dead.
My doctor told me “no”
with orange flames for eyes.
He told me not to worry,
I believed his switched disguise.
Got to go
yes, now I’m late
One minute past the clock
and let me past the gate.
My doctor turned to me
in a clean white linen coat
from a lab he stole it from
in pressure always dote.
“Then go!” he yelled quite loud
and promptly disappeared
the grey clouds swiftly parted
as I ran away, uncleared.