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.