The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dump Truck Drivin Man

had a RadioFlyer, baby
when i was five years old
i pulled that wagon, baby
when i was five years old
knew my way to the incinerator
mostly did what i was told

got me a license, baby
been drivin since the dawn
drivin a dump truck, baby
been drivin since the dawn
i heard you say you love me
now you cry, "my shit is gone!"

you can ride shotgun, baby
but i gotta work this truck
you can even drive it, baby
but i gotta work this truck
the day they're out of garbage
is the day i'm shit out of luck

down in the dumpyard, baby
some man open up that pit
we go on down there, baby
some man open up that pit
then we pull that lever and
that gonna be the end of it

i almost always dump it, baby
but some stuff i keep a while
i try to keep it legal, baby
but some stuff i keep a while
don't say i didn't warn you
when you see that burnin pile

i've always got to love you, baby
and i know that i can
i'm always gonna love you, baby
and i know that i can
what i don't know's if you want the love
of a dump truck drivin man

love,

- john o.

1 comment:

  1. My Dad is a Dump Truck Drivin Man, only he delivers earth (worm shit). And Dad is one of the most upstanding guys around. He'll probably die putting his boots on.

    Do you put any of these gems to muscic?

    Thanks Poet Man.

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