Thursday, August 16, 2012

MY JOB
It's not my job to run the train, the whistle I can't blow.
It's not for me to say how far the train's allowed to go.
I'm not allowed to blow off steam, nor even clang the bell.
But let the damn thing jump the tracks...and see who catches hell.


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