STRAIGHT FOR THE BORDER by Tom Jensen
Did anyone get the number of that train?
The one that knocked me flat on my back
I was cruisin’ the railway again
Found myself walking back down the track
The way was dark and my foot got caught
When I heard the conductor blow his whistle
My hands dulled numb as my eyes grew wide
That fu$%ing train hit me like a missile
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five feet in the air
The pain of it all I just could not bare
When I looked down and noticed that my legs weren’t there
No, no, I won’t use no more public transportation
Since I required hospitalization
But at least justice was served
Good old law and order
When the seven figure check finally cleared
I wheeled my chair straight for the border
Because they had to raise the price of the fare
Up by a buck and a quarter