A Shoeless And Gutless Trip To A Full Blown Drinking Train Wreck Poem by Michael Gale

Gump-optional reluctance of personal persuite...
Sometimes always sometimes leave me quaking in my bootless
shoeless gutless saloon.

Drinks are now on the house...
Don't forget to use the steppladder to success
and brainly disuasional commotional ego substitute
in life and all it's failure guaranty to a small spell of disparity and dillusional depression aimed squarely at the train wreck to nowhere
else.

Can we successfully cross these stupidly zig zagging full tilt tracks? ...
Gas is now too exspensive, so i'll guess we must fully try to
head on head first full steamming mad.

Detours are not needed or wanted...
Git off yer duff and go on in disparity for things must now go on
smoothly and more solidly stable.