Unreasonable was their language.
Riddles were how they spoke.
To strangers they sounded funny.
To them it was code for no joke.
Fools would suffer on their own time.
Jerks would yank their own chain.
Here you couldn’t smoke your tires on ice.
Here was a place for unsane.
They gain.
The same.
Mounta pain.
Then they save it for
A painy day.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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