The Sick You Make Me

Buddy knew goddamn well

There was a plan.

And he might be the last to know it.

It needn’t be complicated,

Rash, or too bold

But it hadda be a plan to behold.

Behold!

We have a plan now,

Let’s carry it out

Before it blows up and

Takes us all out.

Because, it take us,

It’s a ride, don’t you know?

And the ride takes us all to where

We don’t want to go.

But we go.