For Men Who a Lot Travel

For men who a lot travel Are sights at which we marvel: Crossed truths judge knows not nor Gavel; The ones rolled cars unravel, All travelers wide awake, In crossed folks glimpsing the Old Snake! For men who a lot travel: Sure contacts with The Civil But as sure with the Devil, Who could flash some Nice Evil; "You hit her and I'll shoot you: You'd be long dead, still, no clue!" And Travelers' ears words grab, As driver keeps steering cab... The sadist dropped their tears dab Against a new grave with slab.