Wrong Train

Here comes the man! He's talking a lot I'm sitting, by myself. I've got A ticket to ride. Outside is, 'Out to lunch.' It's no great pleasure, being on the make. Well, who is? Or, well everyone is, tho. 'I'm laying there, & some guy comes up & hits me with a billyclub!' A fat guy Says. Shut up. & like that we cross a river Into the Afterlife. Everything goes on as before But never does any single experience make total use Of you. You are always slightly ahead, Slightly behind. It merely baffles, it doesn't hurt. It's total pain & it breaks your heart In a less than interesting way. Every day Is payday. Never enough pay. A deja-vu That lasts. It's no big thing, anyway. A lukewarm greasy hamburger, ice-cold pepsi that hurts your teeth.