Vibroluxer
Tele-Afflicted
I used to listen to him on NPR. This is one of his poems...
My Kinda Truck
I like a pickup that looks like a truck
And not like a tropical fish.
Or a two-ton poodle with running lights
Or a mutant frog on a leash.
Give me one tough as a cast iron skillet With a bumper that's extra large
And a hood that weighs over eighty-five pounds
And looks like the prow on a barge.
I like style but since when should a truck Be touted for comfort and ride?
Power windows?
Reminds me of jeans
With a zipper that zips up the side.
They should soak up the dents of everyday life
Like a boxer losing his teeth.
And I like a truck, when you lift up the hood
You can see the ground underneath!
Don't get me wrong,
I know beauty's skin deep
And ugly is in the eye,
But to find out if your truck is my kinda truck
Here's a test that you can apply:
If you have a small wreck in the parking lot
By backin' a little too far,
Your only worry is how big a mess
You made of the other guy's car!
My Kinda Truck
I like a pickup that looks like a truck
And not like a tropical fish.
Or a two-ton poodle with running lights
Or a mutant frog on a leash.
Give me one tough as a cast iron skillet With a bumper that's extra large
And a hood that weighs over eighty-five pounds
And looks like the prow on a barge.
I like style but since when should a truck Be touted for comfort and ride?
Power windows?
Reminds me of jeans
With a zipper that zips up the side.
They should soak up the dents of everyday life
Like a boxer losing his teeth.
And I like a truck, when you lift up the hood
You can see the ground underneath!
Don't get me wrong,
I know beauty's skin deep
And ugly is in the eye,
But to find out if your truck is my kinda truck
Here's a test that you can apply:
If you have a small wreck in the parking lot
By backin' a little too far,
Your only worry is how big a mess
You made of the other guy's car!