The evil ghost of Fort Macmurray

a day before the month of December
On a bitter cold November eve
A drunken man was turned away
from the shelter of the Sally Anne

Exhausted yet glowing with fresh anger
He stalked the dark streets in search of shelter
as the wind blew at his heels
Rain drenched his tired hands

A shadow appeared at his side
keeping up stride for stride
now together they searched for shelter
from the cold november night

He brought the shadow to an old spot
a trailer left open all night
and the little stranger was happy
at least he seemed to be

For days they lived in the trailer
with the drunk working and feeding the foreigner
and showing him the lay of the land
and helping him to survive

Awaking one morning to the horrid sight
of the shadow sticking a needle in his vein
he quietly pondered where the little man aquired his dope..and how did he pay?

The drunk made plans with the
wee man from Cape breton
who charmed and said all kinds of shit
about going back to Fort Mac to work -together

Yet everyday got worse for the drunk
as the junkie did more of his junk
and made promises of booze and smokes
but only brought garbage and jokes

Lifty Mclifterson stole half the town
and he could honestly say it was done
and on the 3rd week he thanked all the stores
for the easy theft and the free dope

Now even the drunk felt the heat
as the MAN searched everywhere nearby
for the wee little ghost with balls
who appeared to vanish into thin air

Then one night the junky returned to the trailer
excited beyond belief that his rich parents
had bought him a bus ticket
from Vancouver to Fort Mac

Well what about our plans said the drunk
I thought we were going together
Sorry about that says the rich brat
who obviously figures hes better

So off goes the evil little ghost
to make $40 an hour in Fort Mac
leaving the drunk behind
to deal with all his flak

Well the drunk is 2 weeks off the bottle
thanks to the unkind little trolls lies
and hes earning his money the hard way
but hes saving now for a mission on his mind

He had no purpose before and cared none
but the Cape Bretoner changed all that
A trip to Fort mac is in the cards
to deal with some rich peoples creation
Karma is a bitch

The end/Merry Christmas