IT HAD TO COME EVENTUALLY...
A POEM ABOUT A TRUCK,
AND WHAT INSPIRED THIS HERE POEM,
WAS THE NIGHT THAT I GO STUCK..

I STARTED OUT, THAT DREARY NIGHT,
IN SEARCH OF ONE BUCK DEER,
I HAD MY RIFLE, AN` MY KNIFE,
AN` A COUPLE OF ICE COLD BEER,

I FILLED THE OL` GIRL UP WITH GAS,
AND TOOK OFF FROM MY CAMP.
I WAS GLAD TO BE A DRIVING,
AS THE NIGHT WAS COLD AND DAMP,

I CRUISED UP THE MAINLINE
LOOKING` HIGH, AN` LOW
I CAME UPON A STRETCH OF ROAD,
WHERE I SPIED A COUPLE OF DOE,

BUT DOE'S JUST DIDN't INTEREST ME,
I WAS HUNTING FOR A BUCK,
I S`POSE THEY DID KNOW THAT,
AS THEY RAN BESIDE THE TRUCK,


I HAD ABOUT AN HOUR LEFT,
BEFORE THE NIGHT WOULD TURN TO BLACK,
I'D HOPED TO HAVE A DEER BY THEN,
AN` LONG SINCE HEADING BACK!

I WAS DOWN TO HALF AN HOUR,
OF DAY LIGHT LEFT TO BURN,
WAS THEN THAT I DECIDED,
TO PULL THE OL` U-TURN.

I PULLED THAT OFF, AS LICK AS GREASE,
LIKE I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING`
BUT I DIDN't KNOW, WHAT LAY AHEAD,
AN THE TROUBLE THAT WAS BREWING`!

Y'SEE, THERE'S THIS BIG OL` ROCK,
JUST A LAYING` ON THE ROAD
I'D ALREADY ONCE GONE PAST IT,
SO I WAS FEELING BOLD.

AS I EASE AROUND THIS BIG OLD ROCK.
CAREFUL NOT TO SCRATCH THE DOOR,
MY FRONT, RIGHT TIRE FOUND A HOLE.
AN` I STALLED THE DIRTY WHORE!

HEY, I SAID NO PROBLEM....
I'LL BACK UP AN` TRY AGAIN,
I FOUND REVERSE AN` POPPED THE CLUTCH,
AND WATCHED THE REAR TIRE SPIN!

THAT WOUDLNT BE A PROBLEM
FOR YOUR AVERAGE FOUR BY FOUR,
BUT THIS OL` GAL'S FRONT DIFF'S IS BROKE,
SHE FOUR WHEEL DRIVE NO MORE!

SHIT....GOOD DAM...ARE JUST A FEW,
OF THE WORDS THAT CROSSED MY MIND,
NOT TO MENTION SON OF A BITCH,
MY ASS IN A BIND,

NOW, WHAT THE HELL, AM I GONNA DO,
I THOUGHT, WHILE SITTIN` IN THE TRUCK,
THE MORE I TRY TO MOVE IT,
THE MORE I END UP STUCK.

SO I GOT OUT, AN WALKED AROUND,
THAT'S WHEN I BEGAN TO WORRY,
TEN MILES, FROM CAMP, AN` POURIN` RAIN,
AN` GETTIN` DARK, LIKE IN A HURRY!

SO I GRABBED MY TRUSTY SHOVEL,
THOUGHT I'D DIG THE OL` BITCH OUT,
NOT AFTER TEN, BUT TWENTY TIRES,
DID I BEGIN TO DOUBT,

SO I GOT THE REAR WHEEL SPINNING,
AN` GOT OUT TO PUSH THE TRUCK,
ALL THAT GOT ME. WAS OUT OF BREATH,
AN` TWO BOOTS FULL OF MUCK!

IF I ONLY HAD MORE TRACTION,
AS I GLANCED INTO THE BOX,
NEXT THING I KNOW, MY BACK WAS SORE,
FROM FILLING IT WITH ROCKS,

BEFORE I TRIED TO MOVE AGAIN,
I WANTED EVERYTHING JUST RIGHT,
SO I DID THE SHOVEL TRIP AGAIN,
IN THE LAST OF FADEN` LIGHT,

REVERSE AGAIN.... I'M MOVING,
YIPEE.... HOORAY.... HOT DOG!
I WAS HAPPY AS A PIG IN POOP,
TILL I HUNG UP ON THAT LOG!

Y'SEE, THERE'S THIS BIG OLD LOG,
JUST LAYING BY THE ROAD,
WHICH SOME CARELESS OPERATOR,
FORGOT TO FRIGGIN LOAD!!

SO I GRABBED MY TRUSTY JACK,
BUT THE DAMN THINGS GOT NO CRANK,
JUST AS WELL....THE GOD DAMN LOG,
RAN TWELVE METERS DOWN THE BANK,

THEY SAY THAT INGENUITY,
IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION,
BUT I FOUND OUT THE HARD WAY,
I LIKE THE ONE ABOUT PREVENTION,

I SCRATCHED MY HEAD, A LITTLE WHILE,
TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING` NEW,
I WASN'T LICKED AT LEAST NOT YET,
THERE MUST BE SOME TIN` I COULD DO!


SO I MADE MYSELF A TWISTER,
AN` THOUGHT THAT WOULD DO THE TRICK,
BUT DAMN NEAR BROKE MY BLOODY LEG,
WHEN MY HAND SLIPPED OFF THE STICK!

BY NOW MY ASS WAS SOAKING` WET,
I'D PLUM RUN OUT OF FIGHT
SO YOU'LL NEVER GUESS, WHERE THIS HERE POET.....
HAD TO SPEND THE NIGHT!!


Mark