He’s got a little gig.
A gig on the side.
One inch deep and two miles wide.
Long as the nosies
And him don’t collide.
They stay where nosies stay
Dude stays where he is.
Appendage stuck where it ought not
Their loss is their biz.
That shit doesn’t fiz
The gig master.
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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