A poem from my “Nothing but Nonsense” period (September, 1997 – March 1998).
Forty-five cents is all it takes to embark on this ship. But, before we leave, are you sure you want to get on with me? We won't be stopping soon and guns aren't allowed. Bothering the rabbits may seem like fun, but remember they're the only ones that can get us to the farm. You think all you need is a strong mind, but don't forget your forty-five cents. The price of admission may starve us, but if we don't get on now we may never - at all. Are you coming? Make up your mind because your land has sprung a leak and is going down.
