Poetry Potluck--With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub
Ladies and gentlemen
welcome aboard the SOUL TRAIN
chuggin 'cross America
and movin on down the line
tha's right...tha's right...
My name is Thaddeus K. Trumbo
and I am your conductor...
We will glide through the beautiful countryside
with stopovers at significant locales
that comprise the tapestry of this great land...
chugga chugga chugga
chugga chugga chugga
First stop: RIPOFF CITY
where all the street signs
are in fine print
and everyday is the last day
of our gigantic warehouse sale
BUY ANY TWIN SIZE MATTRESS
AND PAY ONLY THE QUEEN SIZE PRICE
HURRY...THIS SALE MAY ONLY BE HELD OVER
FOR ONE MORE YEAR!
chugga chugga chugga
chugga chugga chugga
Next stop: WASTED TOWN
Where everyone gathers
to slurp n burp
down at the ol' Scarf n Barf
(many of them have just come
from Ripoff City to drown their
sorrows)
Wasted Town...
where the motto is:
Same time
same place
gettin' shitfaced!
chugga chugga chugga
And just down the tracks apiece, ladies and gentlemen, is Wasted Town's sister city: VOMITVILLE...
the capital of clueless teendom
where all the guys
are flashing hand signs
and all the girls are flashing their boobs
and the beer is cold
direct from our cooler
to the porcelain god
you will worship at the end of the hall
Ah, what a lovely day to glide
through the countryside
where peace
and tranquility reside
HEY--OVER THERE...hold it down...you cruisin' for a bruisin' boy...I'll do a RUMSHPRINGA right on yo head...
tha's right...tha's right!
chugga chugga chugga
Next stop:TELLYVILLE
where all the women are patronized
by male script writers
so they are tough
and go 'round kicking
all the men's asses on every cop show
sliding around the corner
squeezing the livin' crap outta that gun
with both hands
and yelling FREEZE!
Meanwhile, down at the local TASTY Freez
some are still as sweet as before
chugga chugga
Next stop: PROMISE LAND
Not to be confused with the Promised Land
no no
Here, all the politicians
from mayor on down to dog catcher
keep promising that pie in the sky
just to get reelected
but year after year
the only thing they deliver is
that same old poop soup
YOU HEAR ME OVER THERE???
I'll beat you like a DRUM, boy...
not a snare...a KETTLE!
tha's right...tha's right...
chugga chugga
chugga chugga
NEXT stop: the village of PC HEIGHTS
where you WILL apologize
for speakin' your mind
to anyone who has
an axe to grind
and that sensitivity training
for postal workers
is working out fine
but sometimes
you can still detect them seething
behind that counter
chugga chugga chugga
wooowoooo...
Ah...now ladies and gentlemen
we are pulling into WEST ATLANTIS
where the residents, in their thirst
for instant gratification,
have tried to live a lifestyle
well above their means--
and the houses can no longer be seen
because they are all underwater
chugga chugga
Next stop: IMPERIAL VALLEY
Where the powers that be
feel duty bound to meddle
in the affairs of any and all
if it serves their interests
like an HOA drunk on power
they will occupy your house
and push you around
and any resources you have
might be converted to their own usage
and still they haven't a clue
as to why everybody hates them
chugga chugga
And now, folks, a special treat, as we are entering the village of NOSTALGIA GARDENS
Where every ten years some event from the past
is commemorated with media hype and tributes
even though it no longer has any bearing WHATSOEVER on the present
and even though nobody wants to think about it anymore
we will drag it out again
JUST because it's been ten years
and that's a neat number
(as we speak they are preparing tributes
for the tenth anniversary of Milton Berle biting the big one)
Ah, we SO like to look back
here in the good ol' USA--
as looking ahead is getting
scarier by the minute.
.chugga chugga chugga
Last stop, ladies and germs: DOG TOWN
All passenger must disem...BARK
heh heh
Here in Dogtown, all the residents have their noses in the air
(they have to) 'cause nobody cleans up after their pets
as the motto is: we wouldn't stoop that far.
Watch your step folks...watch your step...
those ain't no Jimmy Dean sausages fryin' on the sidewalk...
no no
seems we always steppin' in somethin' STINKY
here in the good ole USA...
Now, I wanna thank you folks
for being such a good-
ALRIGHT--tha's it! I'm comin' over there to open up
a big can of WHUP ASS on you boy!
Git offa my train...
An' watch yo step...
tha's right...tha's right...
