Good God, the weather is insane,
It seeps into my bones!
The snow, the wind, the cold, the rain,
The frozen traffic cones!
We got here on a big blue bus
Complete with driver true
And though his real name was not Gus
We still were not too blue
We saw some rocks, we got to camp,
We put our campsites up
We almost sank into a swamp
And (finally) did sup
It snowed and so we went to bed
And froze, for it was cold.
There was a rock on Jordan's head
We never to sleep lulled
We woke and cooked and froze again
And went into some caves
We hiked upon some terrain bold
And pranced with scurvy knaves
We came home then to drink and sup
And sit around a fire
Nick made the fire like a pup
And tame, small funeral bier.
We went again to caverns deep
That shone with glitter gold
And crawled like snakes, or frogs, or sheep?
To rooms of lava old.
Again we went to our homestead
And slept for a new day
The long ride home we all did dread
The trip near skies grown gray
But then, Thank God! We got hot food!
Hot food we did not make!
We had our pick from bacon good
Or perhaps a hot pancake.
And then again we ventured forth
To visit Captain Jack
The trail went East, then South, then North,
And then it came right back.
So now again we're on the road
It's cosy and it's fun
My sleepy eyes and brain do show
That I've had quite a run.
This trip was cold, but pretty rad
The caves are ancient ones
All in all it was not bad
But now I'll rest my buns.
Down deep
near the core
That's where I'm from,
the little whore.
Long and sleek
And hot with rain
My own live Hell
cuts through my brain.
If I smile
At you, then flee;
My smiles are poison,
My happiness greed.
For Hell,
My home,
Lost me within.
And now, all alone
I bleakly begin
To strive toward the distance
To look down the line
Eagerly towards
The EXIT sign.