Backing his Buick from the back end of a beef reefer
The Duckman curses burned out tail-lights
and orders a double cheese burger from his back seat
where Ronald McDonald lies unconscious
Joe-Camel wanna-be!
I bet you drive a suburban when nobody is looking
and thoughtlessly back over fuzzy little baby ducks
as you heartlessly chain-saw entire sequoia forests
all the time stomping the prairie wildflowers
not an easy feat
but all things evil possess dexterity excessive
and really, really long arms and legs
The log, the chain, its heart-stopping arc
you never saw it coming
and had no chance to duck, man
As though trees could duck
they cannot even quack
unless stwuck by a bowt of wightning
but I digwess
Ronald was the pied pieper of high-fat happy meals
murdering children like stomping ants
never give it a second thought
as the profits skyrocket
and the franchise count approaches fifty kazillion
much like having a Starbuck's on every corner
So I clobbered him
with his very own indian-club-shaped clown shoes
and now the Sierra club and UNICEF
are my best friends
(Spring 1998)
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