The Chosen
Late on a dark and rainy night,
Ran off the road by some hillbilly
In a monster truck. Kissed the ditch.
Triple A said they won’t come out.
Too much strange crap happenin’
Out there along that stretch of road.
No shit. Run off into a ditch ain’t
My usual mode of driving any time.
Called the law. They laughed at me.
They said I just happened to be
Chosen and deal with it. Great.
Assholes in town and country here.
Daylight, rain stopped. I walked.
Dude came by on his chopper.
“Ain’t no thing,” he said. “Sister’s
Been a little nuts since she escaped
The asylum. You best hope on with
Me. I seen her go out the house
With a shovel sayin’ she was gonna
Clean up her mess from last night.”
I thanked him for the ride then
Went home to pack and leave before
She put me in a hole, dead or alive.
