WHERE WE'RE GOING, WE DON'T NEED NAPKINS

[spatch]

I've been kidnapped out in Kabul and tortured in Tangiers
But I've never been vomited 'pon while on the T

I was crucified in Crimea (then came back for several years)
But I ne'er had Beantown barf all over me

For the singular sensation of a stranger's regurgitation
As we entered Harvard station
Was an entirely new frustration, yes siree

And of all the things I've missed so far on my bucket list
Red Line chunder ranks at number ninety-three.






hooking up a generator to mr. coward's grave, powering a small city with it

Comments

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Urgh. Glad you could at least get a song out of it.