God doesn’t sell shit on his own.
God stays put while you leave home.
You on a bench while god does thrones.
Buddy don’t rep himself.
That shit’s off the shelf.
He won’t even help
Promote him.
With proof so thin
One can’t begin
To sell it.
To hell it
Goes then comes back again.
Ya, he’s your friend.
Unless he’s a she.
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
