Basilisk's Support Group

*Basilisk's Support Group* On the train to nowhere. Tracks leading to the end, of another bottle. Down goes the soupeur, knowing where the express leads thee. Remaining complacent in a steady, off the rails attitude fills the gaping truth. Steady like a sawed-off snowman with the carrot on a stick. Sewing breadknives into the vast chasm of self-righteousness. The river flows, yet the tropics of Capricorn see to its dissipation. Even the piper needs to water their shrubs, basilisk.