this is the bridge billie joe maccallister jumped from/ it is entirely legal to smoke dope under this sacred bridge/ or so people i know claim/ they could be wrong/ they are wrong a lot/ they are not lawyers/ beware of following their legal advice/ do i appear to be the drug police to you/ the billy joe bridge after dark and the wind among the pine crickets moves across all suicides and their invisible cracks and ditches by the road/ as humid southern breezes bump up against the darker sky we talk aloud as to why billie joe took a dive with his form spread out not unlike the way he used to cum drifting and disengaged/ his brains all over the big rocks like oatmeal/