This here’s a ball.
This here’s a chain.
Around his ankle.
Don’t cause no pain.
Least pain he feels.
S’below his limen.
But if he could feel
These walls be climbin’.
And as you know
His feelings flow
In no direction.
See he can’t change.
This ain’t free range.
No pain engages,
No emotion rages,
Boredom displays his
Utter contempt for strange.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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
