House of Paine

18 wheel mexicans

december 17 th 

 yesterday 
I’m out there 
doing the Marsh boy's
 thang for 'em 

out there 
on the floor 

 all oiled up 
 
ready to proffer
 
ready to CLOSE 


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with the entire 
sleep lad system
behind me 

there i was

 rarring to apply 
 the absolutely 
 finest pain  relief
sleep  products 
ever brought 
to bare apon 
the chronic  ills
of slumbering 
new englanders 

and 
cause 
its marsh brothers

of course

at  belower prices

then you could
 ever imagine possible
from 
a Warren Buffet company
 

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so anyway 
there I
am 

out there 

waitin to fling
 the old harpoon
into any dumb assed
 mother fucker
that’s   stupid enough
to tip toe  thru 
the laboratory doors 

when who 
but
our young david

now 
 off duty 
and all bibbed out 
in polo togs 

suddenly 
passes into my presence

 unannounced 
and with no decent call
 to fucking be there
in the first place

no biz
what so ever 
to be poking 
 his Lurch’s
kid brother head
in like that
and 
start ruthlessly
distracting 
the wanton 
totally ADHD
likes of me 

especially 
 seeing how 
I’m on the ropes and all 

double 
or is it triple 
secret probation

 
stuck 
on the corporate  fly paper 
so to speak 

and he knew well 

he knew
 the ladystraw boses
had their mini whippers 
out
and
were paper trailing
everything
and 
 in detail

it was not melodrama

i was on the edge 
brothers and sisters

a do it now
 
 or 

do it elsewhere 

line in the sand 

had been drawn at my feet 

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and so there i was 
needing  to wurl up 
 a little 
 serious commerce
on the spot 

but fuck me 
if i can’t take a joke 

here comes 
the young David 

Son of Sam himself 
all
lank
false sincerety

 crazy dead eyed

and 
in a fabulous 
jet black Ralph L shirt 

arms stiff 
straight lining it
 down
 from his shoulders
 
huge
 ghoulishly  green 
pale hands 
  twisting around 
 like 
floor buffers

and class 
I’ve seen this  before

it's mania minor 
headed my way 

obviously 
there’s been 
some sort of 
a  brake thru 

like the day 
he broke open
 the new york system thing 

obviously
 he’d had another
 invincible flash of light
 
a sudden eruption 
of gold fever 

 found in his head
yet another
 fastway 
to measureless wealth 

maybe 
the world’s
destined to be 
the  oyster of 
one David D Dagger 

we'll have to wait and see


but 
 here 
he  is 
 coming 
to tell me  
the latest
smokin good concept

cackling
 rocking 
that  oblong
 black haired 
scheme 
box of his
ablaze
 with can’t miss 
teeth 

“ pinky 
you great  gray
 fat fuck  you

how's traffic ?

 ya open yet ? ”

“ no ”

of course
my answer 
 lands nowhere on him

the query was 
pure instinct 

 professional
 curtesy

 no more no less

instead he passes to topic A

“ hey  check this out 
dude 
really 
 check it out ”

no
 he doesn’t hand me
 something here 
it's only  mind products
the David 
ever wants checked out

“ seriously man 
try this fucking 
on for size ”
  
 at this stage he’s usually 
  sweeping  his right arm 
back and forth 
 in my  face 
 perhaps
 setting the air space 
between us 
with
a banner head line 
 
“ VETS TO WETS ”

after laying it out 
he stops
and  looks around for a second

 why ?

who knows 
no one's that close 

unless someones fallen  
under a bed

I’m staying 
just my usual 
stately self 
 and 
yet for his own reasons
he takes
my bland look
 for dubiousity  
and gets annoyed 

“ really it's pure fucking gold"

there's a nasty zing
 in his voice for a moment

" but if you don’t want in on it ”

he head fakes a turn away 

“ no no no shoot 
Davey me boy 
shit pal
I got all the time 
in the world here ”

he rubs his nose 

“ ok ok  its  2005
we’re talking 
a  trucking company 
like last week 
only 
only
  this time  
no asshole limitations
this time we swing 
for the fences  
this time 
we roll up  
the whole ball of wax 

get me ? "

"perfectly son"

"right
right 
   now  
 listen up chubby ”

at this point he’s moved in 
on me

 way too 
close really
and 
he
starts
this fucking
damn whispering
 in my face
 
 “ how about a 
a vets only
 owner operated 
 interstate 
general 
freight company  ”

looks around again
for spys and tipsters 

“ simple M O 

each set up 
the same

one rig 

one operator 

one owner ”

he counts the points off 
one by one 
on his
outstretched fingers

“ fuck
mr  Pinky its 
the american fucking
21st century  pastoral ...
cowboys 
 on 18 wheels....with a full load 

 freight
 on board 
and freedom
up ahead 

freedom 
pink freedom

freedom

of the road 

on the road

and 

 by the road 

till death 
by pills 
 do us part 


and here's the clincher 

 pink 
each owner
iz
 a genuine war hero 

 at least 
  a bronze
battle  star 
or a purple heart ”

 he lets that sink in a sec 
then 
continues

“ don’t tell me this isn’t
the  freighting   future here 
porko 
come on 
think on it a little ”

i must be too slow to 
ignite in frenzy 

“  CHRIST JESUS
YOU SHIT FACE 
WHAT IN FUCKS
STUCK UP  YOUR ASS 
 I CAN HEAR
ALL OF AMERICA 
SINGING
FROM HERE ”

he  takes a step back  
 and
shoots the damn 
right arm out again
and
recommences the fucking 
air  headlining
again 
 2 inches from my nose 

“ IN A TIME OF TRIAL 

IN A TIME OF CHALLENGE 

IN A TIME LIKE TODAY 


 IN A TIME 
WHEN AMERICA’S 
GOT TO  
SHIP IT SAFE 
and 
SHIP IT FAST 

IN A TIME 
WHEN AMERICA'S 
GOT TO 
SHIP IT NOW 
and
SHIP IT CLEAN 
 
WHEN AMERICA’S
GOT TO 

SHIP IT RIGHT

AND 
SHIP IT TIGHT 
 
THEN AMERICA’S 
GOT TO 
SHIP IT 
WITH HEROS 

SHIP IT 
 WITH  VETLINE ”

What the fuck ?

it must have shown 
on my face 
 cause he got a kink
  in his get along

guess 
he wasn’t expecting 
so much resistence 

“ no no listen pinky 
theres more 

jump ahead here with me 
to 
say 2006 

by then 

CRISS CROSSING AMERICA 

VETWAYS  
vet -hero owner operators 
 are movin it
 and movin it fine 

movin america’s freight 
 
see pink
they got these gorgeous 
can’t miss 
RED WHITE AND BLUE
OLD GLORY RIGS 

 can ya see em PINK 
can ya see em '"
 no gap to answer
  he's rollin'

" they’re movin 
america's stuff 
and they're 
 VETS 
combat vets 
decorated vets
ridin'
their own rigs 
bein'
their own bosses 
 movin it on down the road 

MOVIN' IT
 FOR AMERICA 
WAKE UP HERE
pinky 

FOR AMERICA

and we sold em
you and I
we sold em
 the franchises

leased em 
the rigs
 and
the telecom set up

provided em the 
clientele ”

another pause 

“  listen here old sport 
listen to me 
you stupid 
blinker blinded 
washed up 
old turd 
listen to me 

do you think I’d waste 
your time
 just for that 
lima bean idea

come off it 

listen to the pay off

all while this is going down 
stateside
all while 
we're lettin these
red white and blue loser  dorks 
build up our  nameplate 
and market share
and
even as we're
 ponzi ing the dum fucking gombos
 out of there aunts 
cemetery money 

 in secret
we're in 
devilish actuality 
   operating 
a good 
 two steps ahead
of the helot bastards
 
in secret actuality 
we’ve set in motion 
 a hush hush 
exclusive 
tractor trailer  academy 
down in Puebla Mexico
 
where we’re 
painstakingly 
 training 
up to world class standards 
a pack of fucking 
pig ignorant 
5 foot   bean blowers
 
training em up 
to run our own pirate fleet
of fake vetway 
tractor trailers
 
run em just for us
 and  run em 
for pennies a mile
 pennies
pinky pennies”

he’s got me now 
and I show it 

“ you fucking
 purblind fucking  imbecile
you didn’t see that one coming 
 no wonder you
destroyed
the finest name 
in new england 
furniture retail ”

he didn’t need to fill in 
the rest 
i could take it from there 

2007 when bush 
or who some ever opens 
the trucking flood gates

americas Vetline 
suddenly has these
neat new
mexican side kicks for 
all the owner op hero vet truckers 

“ and how about this wrinkle 
pink 
mask of silence disguises

so no one's 
really no one 

we say we’re doing it 
cause we’re into 
our time chopping 
no chit no chat 
no non sense 
the vetway 

beam
in and out 
customer
first last and always
moments pause
drop off  system 

 fool the fucking 
corrupt  bastards 

under the masks 
no fucking heros 

just fucking   chico chico
and 
then chico again 

all the way 
nationwide
3 bucks an hour 
tops

margins margins margins 
 margins

old  Cressus himself would 
shit tomahawks
 to have
margins like ours
 
ok
 so we cut in a few 
of the vets 

just the ones
we absolutely have to
the ones 
we 
 can’t kill off 
with liquor and benzedrene

don't wince you fuck

shit
fatso
thats 
 cost a doin bizness 

the fucking  cost 
of fucking 
 doin bizness ”

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what prompted this ?

well you may ask  

this particular
Algeration 
out of a 100 
such Algerations 
of Young Davids
 
this one I’ll
try to explain 

a few weeks ago ....

shit read the pots back around then
about the grunts union and hoffa


well add this 
 
 I’D
TOLD THE YOUNG FELLA 
about something I’d heard on NPR 
 something about 
the 4 million odd trucking units per day 
rolling around 
out there on 
the  interstate
highway  system 
hauling  our  nations freight
back and forth 
across state lines

seemed 
according to NPR anyway  
some  NAFTA
 fine print 
might allow 
   a big chunk of that haulage 
to head  Mexico way 
once the red tape was unwrapped 

I think I said something
 like 

“ shit dave
  the teamsters nuts
 could get crunched ”

trying to stur 
Young Dave’s 
animus  towards
the union piecards 

which as you may
have read here
 or still can
read  here
resulted from hoffas
 e mail emissery's
curt 
  rebuff
 to the david's 
  grunts' union 
proposal 

there's no stopping
 this boys mind 
once the sky opens
to angry clouds  
 like that 

“ all this is 
cause you want ta 
 fuck little hoffa 
right   SON ”
 
“ YES SIR THAT’S CORRECT 
I SURELY DO I SURELY DO ”

LOVE THIS GUY 

 that's why 
 I taught him 
careful 


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