Shit storms don’t end they
Just let up for a bit.
And if you are the talented type
You can sneak between the shit
Droplets squiggling down life’s pane
To pool in hot hissy fits again.
Watch that puddle.
Watch your mouth.
Stem bad words as
They come out.
No umbrella.
No rain hat.
Just a smile
For the clouds of shat.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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
https://www.mega888cuci.com