Yes, shit can change.
And you can change shit.
You avoid a hit then
Crack a big hit.
Throw a big fit.
Work a big snit.
Wallow in it.
Maybe you slit
Your own wrist first.
Maybe quench that thirst.
For safety hearse.
Maybe do a meeting
Where you’ll be greeting
The lost and the losing.
Maybe help ’em choosing
Their grand ‘ol time in their hearse.
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
