So-Called Dangerous

Think
Like mountain climbing
Or skiing in the alps
Think of it
I don’t
It was a big fat (…)
Wet, the ugly pavement cracked
It was unsafe
I thought:
Insect posse will be crushed
That was a bit from Code Selfish
There was not much going on
In the minds of the weak
They were unprepared for
Lighter kleptomaniacs
So-called dangerous
There is sad
And there is bad
And there is sad
And there is bad and sad
Dangerous
And the meek shall inherit the mirth
They were big, panoramic
«Same again, sir?»
How can you have the same again?
Dangerous