“My revolutionary thoughts”© or
“Just another day in North America”©
(Written by Russell D. Holder)
Ever notice when you look for giants
you find ants… molehills turn into
mountains and wizards of the obvious
Ashes of a loved one are now cremains,
the Death Row in Texas has a fast lane…
and Buckle Bunnies are all Bull riders
The slowest drivers are always ahead of
you, fast food restaurants are where old
and young compete… to work, and red lights
last to damn long.
No one has patience any more, cool is found
in a cup with ice and brain farts are more
common than a brain freeze.
It’s a lovely day though, I still have ammo… ain’t
seen one deer but plenty of idiots and my
lawyer is on ‘speed dial.’
I’d have a mohawk if I wasn’t bald, bills keep
rolling in and the the gas tank is still sucking
Swap meets keep the junk queens rolling, cattle
still roams the range and I don’t see one speck of
mud on these silly Hummers.
There seems to be more Cubans in Florida than
Cuba, their cigars are still sought after… and it’s
harder to tell where Mexico stops and Texas
I see more winter folk from Canada… more shrimp
from Thailand than the gulf, and I think tree huggers
put the tea in Boston Harbor… way back then.