Friday, December 31, 2021

Truck Poetry

 


Here's some awesome truck poetry, via Wild Wild West:


For Whom the Truck Does Not Crank

(certainly not) by John Donne.


No battery cable is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the truck,

A part of the DMV registration records.

If a truck be washed away by the flooded low-water crossing,

Texas is the less.

As well as if a one-ton bro-dozer were.

As well as if a Kenworth of thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each battery cable's failure diminishes me,

For I am involved in truck ownership.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the truck does not crank,

It does not crank for thee.


Texas is the less. I love that, but Each battery cable's failure diminishes me. Whoa, now we're talking.

Metaphysical poetry forever,

LSP

9 comments:

Well Seasoned Fool said...

It could be worse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3LK1Mt3CZA&ab_channel=yankee1830

LSP said...

WSF, he's most awesome...

Wild, wild west said...

That's Mrs. Junior Brown playing back-up with that big flat-top guitar.

SgtBob said...

Things that just popped into my mind.
Every truck owner has a story or six. Those times you got stuck, some more memorable and physical and lengthy than others.
Watching Brit police procedure TV I conclude a number of UK subjects have pickups.
Jeans are universal dress. Back when I was a mid-teenager (1962 or so) and sneaking Daddy's "Esquire," I read a piece "Let's Trade Texas for Mexico." One of the writer's arguments was, "No woman looks good in blue jeans."

Wild, wild west said...

I did not know Esquire went commie that far back but the evidence SgtBob presented is undeniable.

Fort Wainwright, Alaska, 1973, we got a Blazer stuck in the muskeg followed in succession by three four wheel drive pick-ups. Stick one, walk out, call the next guy, stick his, etc. Obviously we were slow learners. Finally we ran out of guys we knew who had 4WD's and had to call a professional to come get us out. Good times.

LSP said...

Well spotted, WWW!

LSP said...

I've never read Esquire, Sgt., which sadly dates me.

Maybe Texas should take over Mexico and become a SUPERPOWER. Or is that heresy?

LSP said...

Oh man, WWW, I really don't like having to get hauled outta the mud by local friendlies...

Wild, wild west said...

The local friendlies, ha. In this case, the local friendly demanded, and got, cash up front. Probably why he was friendly. "Thou shalt not muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn", right?