Two Shits Passing The Night

There’s a bump in the road.

A million or more.

Holes in the hardtop,

And animals, lord!

The lines go all missing.

Whitenoise still hissing.

Blissfully pissing

You off.

You can’t do this, can’t do this.

Can’t do this no more.


But look!

There in the distance!

Ignoring resistance asking

Peaceful existence can you

Curtail this dissonance?

Maybe ration this resonance?

Maybe add to this peasentness?

Maybe enhance this pleasantness?

For this road never ends!

It never does…

Never will…

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.





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