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.
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