I don’t want people to die building a motherfucking dam.
And I don’t want to be taken out by something only
there for a short time.
Like hitting a train or some idiot parked on the side of the
road at night. (this was way before Google Car, alright?)
Rain and snow. Uh uh. No.
I’m going out with a whimper.
I’ll say, No, wait, I want to…
And I’ll try to get a good look at my attacker.
In case I live.
Cause I might live and if I do.
I’d like that life to be good.
Where no one dies just
making a mistake
for a fucking dam.
Or being now late because a lovey-doved one,
crowned them with a frying pan.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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