Bucket Stan-ch
4/7/17
It came out from the dawn in a fog all its own.
Bucket Stan-ch.
As it drifted through not a word that was heard but all around knew.
Bucket Stan-ch.
Disappeared in the room with a shower like a tomb. Not a one pointed finger though the fog did still linger.
Bucket Stan-ch.
Then after awhile the crowd wondered wow, for not a sight was seen. Then out of the door but not like before a man steps nice and clean.
But no one could forget the name Bucket Stan-ch as the clean man walked on by.
They whispered to him of horror, of sin, of the coming of the dawn. He just stopped and just smiled back.
Just call me James and then his ass was gone..
Bucket Stan-ch.
As it drifted through not a word that was heard but all around knew.
Bucket Stan-ch.
Disappeared in the room with a shower like a tomb. Not a one pointed finger though the fog did still linger.
Bucket Stan-ch.
Then after awhile the crowd wondered wow, for not a sight was seen. Then out of the door but not like before a man steps nice and clean.
But no one could forget the name Bucket Stan-ch as the clean man walked on by.
They whispered to him of horror, of sin, of the coming of the dawn. He just stopped and just smiled back.
Just call me James and then his ass was gone..
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