'Riding With Death'
(To the tune of 'On the Road Again')
Hauling that load again,
Lumpish Murphy, sporting flat-line grin,
Gelded bovine screeching, red-eyed when
Spittle seeps down
Big hair cracker's flapping chins.
Spliced trailers turn and tug,
Outtakes linger on exploding jugs,
Bar brawls collapse in bonding hugs
When stock cars U-Haul drywall, dodging thugs.
Let's be honest here;
There's worse than being bathed in beer,
Or touring off-ramps like night blinded deer,
But why plots that jump like Shuttles stripping gears?