Big Man. Small World.

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