No Dollars was the cunning sort.
He’d report “No thing to see!”
And there he’d be…
Helping entropy.
Giggling as shit breaks down.
No Dollars didn’t play about.
You could smell him when he’s around.
The fear… that sweet… that curious scent.
Put big men on their heels and spent
Life like it was worthless.
Pitty now… poor us!
No Dollars, you stay away!
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
