Nocturne No. 20 in C-Sharp Minor, Op.posth.

Sealed behind a wall
like Cask of Amontillado.
I amount to a lotta nothing.
Big deal big deal.
Hey man watch
where you’re going there’s a
Cadillac full of dead
bodies heading for Mexico.
40 more miles until
the next filling station. BOOM.
Nuclear explosion.
Heavy headed man cries
alone in truck stop
bathroom.
He hates himself because
the road is too full
of cars. Too many
cars. How do we
deal with all these cars? We don’t
we don’t we suck it up
and drive until we
crash and burn and rot
a million deaths.