Each to ones own blessed
sincere stigmata
scars from the years we
swing like a piñata
blood on the tracks
always telling me not to get
caught on the bridge when that
midnight train rolls through
There goes ole Casey Jones
driving his Choo Choo
I’m on my horn blowing
whoo Peggy Sue Sue
She’s busy making that
jelly roll sing sing with
me on cloud nine but I can’t keep from crying ~
Lions Mane 