Trip you, the bastard.
The bastard will.
Slip you on a step and
Spill your swill.
Catch your hole on a handle knob.
Drop shit on you ’til you sob
Why me bitch?! Let me be!
Let me live entanglement free!
Then you’d touch nada.
Nada touch you.
You go back to sleeping soon.
Barry
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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
Oh this author makes me laugh!
I try to do all my thinking in the morning, before drunk time.