






What good is despair if you can’t share it?



It’ll do that
Even when you’re dead
When you’re on a cruise ship
On the River Styx
Especially when Foghat’s
Playing Slow Ride



Ask anyone who’s been in a coffin
That’s slid down church steps
And T-boned a hearse
Dropped by a pallbearer
Who ate a donut
And forgot to wash his hands

