the poetry hour on the all night katster lj

[katster]

...if I die sometime en route to Berkeley, I guess this is what y'all get to remember me by.

boardin' the all night express to hell
boardin' the all night express to hell
fastest handbaskets
never blows gaskets
boardin' the all night express to hell

I got on at the station nearest Styx
That express ride past Hell's hicks
running straight down
with nary a frown
on the all night express to hell

The conductor he was red with scales
and he had a bright red spiky tail
He called for the passes
From the furious masses
on the all night express to hell

sat next to a man from the coast
who should have been in the heavenly host
I said, "Why're you in?"
He said, "Covetting's a sin!"
on the all night express to hell.