Praugh, praugh, praugh
Profit.
Can’t get enough of it.
Like a big damn pile of bravery medals
Sittin’ in your living room.
Medals taste bad even smothered in gravy.
And smell a little bit like doom.
Step back afore the beggar goes boom.
Mama gettin’ off her broom cause
Daddy takin’ back the livin’ room!
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
barryhappywilliams@gmail.com
