Those pioneers and their arrows!
Stickin’ them in their backs.
Not checkin’ whose at the door.
Not lookin’ between the cracks.
Not carin’ bout a place to shit.
Just a hole in an outdoor box.
Crumpled up paper for tissue.
Wipin’ arse with hard knocks.
Man you complain tamorry.
Ain’t no time today.
Whine your peace but one time only,
Then there’s nothin’ else to say.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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