Oh, they were going to divide us.
By color or height or weight.
They pinned on our badges.
All we did was wait.
Their bait set in.
It was a sin
To go or go without it.
Bottom of a rock filled pit for you, boi!
That won’t do!
Take that goddamn hat off!
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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
They played us like golf. Hit for the long drive, tapped when we were close. Someone had to play us, we were watching the movie.