Bovine skat flows from her mouth.
Mincing words, whispers that shout.
Not what she says but
How she says it.
You know, she knows
She’s full of shit.
Faking every bit of it.
Verbal dodgeball.
Hit when you fall.
And buddy, she’ll trip you up.
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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