exaspéré, exaspéré! (brucevbracken) wrote,
exaspéré, exaspéré!
brucevbracken

Donkey Truck

I am your god, but call me donkey truck.
I'll worship your poverty, and you can worship
my concern, 'cause we feel your pain,
like a Bangkok rent boy, we and all the
rent-seeking starfuckers who yellow sheets,
then wear themlike patrician robes,
re-classifying them as journalism and truth.

I am your god, but call me donkey truck.
Run after me, clamor for my stash of loot.
See if I stop before you stumble in worship.
I'll stick my head out the window, so I can
tell you who to blame for your empty lot.
I'll worship your degradation, and you'll worship
my promise of a golden goose in every pot,
and a non-stop/non-start urban green pan.

I am your god, but call me donkey truck.

I am your god, but call me donkey truck,

 Copyright © 2011 Bruce V. Bracken
 
Tags: communism, free speech, marxism, music, poem, poetry, poetry slam, satire, slam, spoken word, tyranny, writing
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