You have
Crossed the line
To disrespect,
Removed from court
In Contempt,
Kicked to curb
Without one word,
Slapped to the ground
Without one sound,
And you start to regret
And begin to fret,
About the lives lost
And the futures set,
By your
Dysfunction,
At south end Junction,
And really does it all matter in the end?
Curses are there, to be said.
Rules are there, to break and bend.
But now you think back,
Bout’ the railroad… And you lose your hold… on… life.