Goodbye For Now
large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand
parked together like defenseless tadpoles,
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats
who love the companionship
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics
and assorted beasts of the mind
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010
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