This is a poem I wrote for Ken Jones... Drivin' my choo-choo down a straight stretch of track Hearin' my wheels say clickety clack Put a brick on the deadman now I'm breakin' the code But I'm back on the rails with a BIG BONG LOAD... Ballin' that jack in my 18 wheeler Whip out my cell phone and call up my dealer Drop off a trailer take the money I'm owed Back on the highway with a BIG BONG LOAD !!!!! Got my silver wings and my carry on bag Rollin' down the runway with a major jet lag 30,000 feet in auto-pilot mode Flyin' high and tokin' up a BIG BONG LOAD.. Workin' construction is a hell of a job Rough as Midwestern corn on the cob 80 stories up an elevator I rode Enough time to sneak another BIG BONG LOAD #$^& Well, old Tom Joad was drivin' his wagon one day.... Pulled over to the side of the road To smoke some Mary Jane.... Got out of the wagon and stepped on a toad Ate some ice cream with pie a la mode Programmed in Java and edited a node Said "bugger all!" and smoked a BIG BONG LOAD !! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!