I scrambled out the door,

And up on to the road, I couldn’t help the other passengé¢ Because they were all out cold.

I stuck out my thumb, And tried to thumb a ride. But people wouldn’t stop, | | So my face, I tried to hide.

My face was all mangled, And I looked like Freddie Kruger So the next guy that didn’t stop

I shot with my Ruger.

ANOTHER POEM, PART IV.

Now I had a car, But where would I go. This was one of ny jobs, The cops would surely know.

ce Cye “ng The fire department was busy,

As they wrapped up their hoses. That’s where I picked up Joey,

Now that I lost the cops, : He was going to see Guns N’ Roses.

I had to go away. For surely they would find nme,

One of these days. Joey was now a working man.

He even had his own office, But he nearly took a fit,

So I packed up all ny things, When I told him he was now my accompli

And headed for the bus station. It was time for nme to go, On a little vacation.

He said “Let me out," And I said “No way man, I got settled in, Just shut up and listen,

On the 409 here’s my plan.”

fs she pulled out of the station,

And headed down the line. “First we leave the country,

‘ maybe goto Rome.” And then we'll get some women,

r After an hour, to clean up our new home.”

We were faced with an ordeal.

The driver dropped dead,

So anywa d And I had to take th heel. yway we moved, z Bet Gar Se And started a new life.

But now me and Joe,

I 1a -t th 3 1 sal Oo e passengers Had each nine kids and a wife.

“In me you can confide’, “Now hang on you idiots, We’re going for a ride.”

I tramped on the gas, . And boy did she burn, Aa But I really should have slowed down, hed

For that hairpin turn.

The bus tipped over a

And scraped along the ground, Then it smashed into a village, And burned two houses down.

UPEI X-P RESS “October 31, 1991