When Your Pilot Is A Crasher

“ALL ABOARD!” yelled the Captain.

We were, there was no else.

He said “no need to take your seats,”

In seats that had no belts.

Light up your smokes and crack your jokes,

And if jokes and smokes

Make croakers croak,

Give ’em a poke…

Wake the happy bear

That lives in there.

Use a good, sharp stick,

Cause bear skin’s thick

And to wake those pricks

You gotta stab them.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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