No pain killers.
No Phyllis Dillers.
No wish you wellers.
Only urban dwellers.
Who felt like hellers.
They had their druthers.
Sisters and brothers.
None as others.
Sad in the darkness.
They didn’t hark this.
Storm that heads their way.
They live for just today.
A flash then gone away.
No matter what they say.
It’s a hurting damn parade.
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
