Tuesday, July 12, 2005

poem # 61039

Material fatigue
We can relate
We're all tired
It's hot
And not even August, yet
Let it bleed
Tubing's shot
Get the 15-gallon drums
No, not the one's that'll be barbecue pits
The big suckers
Methylene chloride,
Would screw up the sauce
Big time
We like it with a little bite
But talk about your heartburn,
There's your emissions event, Jim
Yessir, we're fatigued alright

[emissions rept. 61039]

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot ...

makes one wonder

H. Brute
Sharpstown TX