~

“Dissolve the Duma!” replied the Czar as he picked his nose

and the proletarians advanced, that’s just how it goes

meanwhile, there’s bats, remarkable creatures, darting to n’ fro

picking off all the flying insects in the desert lamp-post glow

~

Lenin, quite a Russian, never did get a job in a factory

however, he did take over the Revolution, some say very satisfactorily

meanwhile, a dog sidles up to me so that I can scratch away a biting flea

as I sit here “selling books” in the Valley of Democracy

~

Elmer Gantry, quite a guy, wanted to be the dictator of morals in the USA

thankfully, he was only fiction, so nobody had to drive him away

meanwhile, destroyers of the desert stop to fill up with gas

their three-wheelers sparkle & over by the tree I’m a donkey’s ass

~

Of course, I’d rather be a donkey’s ass than be them dumb mother-fuckers

God almighty, what a bunch of stupid fricking thorn-pluckers

look at ’em:  yeah, duh, I’m having a good time today

fucking-up the desert with my expensive toys, hey hey hey

~

Can’t we get them ass-holes interested in something like donkeys?

riding a donkey would no doubt be just as much fun, though kind of funky

high-tech baboons, reaching for the stars, we are

scream it ultra loud, my son, upon your electric hollering guitar

…

rawclyde

!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)