Not a fun ride.

Vertigo!

Look at me
I’m as wobbly as a leaf
Without a tree
Can’t distinguish my left foot
From my right
My front from my rear
I get dizzy
The moment you’re near

Do I wobble in vain
Am I going insane
I wish this old world
Would stop spinning
I just want to get off
And play a slow round of golf
I don’t even care
About winning

I could still rock your world
If you’d only stand still
And stop flailing
Can’t you see I’m a boat
That’s unable to float
And not ready as yet
To go sailing.

I would auto gyrate
Let this whole thing abate
Bring my tail bone in
For a soft landing
I’d forget the whole thing
For one more little fling
And call this a misunderstanding

Alas this tale has no spin
There’s nothing to win
Though my wobble is now on the wane
It’s quite on the level
Must throw off this old devil
And recapture my vertical plane

It’s no way to go
No no no no no
Gotta KO
This thing called
Vertigo
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P.S. No sympathy please. It’s under control.
Mockery is the flip side of flattery.