Holy shit there’s nothing out here!
No one! Nada! Noot!
We will rail a road into this place.
We’ll make passengers and loot!
Shit has hit the fan now.
It’s the god of luck or fry.
We’ll run the rapids with a mighty YA!
Navigate the drowners or die.
Made it now you lucky bastard!
Got a horseshoe up your ass.
And you squeak humbly,
Nada, you know, as the
Big world dishes class.
Barry
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