When The South Comes North

Buddy knew shit goes South.

Oh, it doesn’t go straight there.

It goes a little everywhere

And, everywhere it goes

It seldom ever shows

It’s path or that

It’s sneaking up on you.

There’s little you can do

But know, like Buddy,

That shit goes South

And it ain’t about

To give you any cause

To take a little pause

To peer into the distance

And maybe gauge the good chance

That South is where you’re headed.