Big Flat Bed Trucks... Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Big Flat Bed Trucks...
BIG flat bed trucks, with their cold flags
snaping in the air, their eyes are full of
hate, and their hands are waiting for the
next civil war, .
BIG flat bed trucks, with their dogs in the
back, they teach the dog to bite, then give
the dog a beer.
BIG flat bed trucks, with their guns loaded,
and ready to go, theres a sighn on their
door, of a man from the KKK.
BIG flat bed truck, will soon run out of gas.
Awesome piece...so well depited, David..The cold flags flappin', i could invision one coming right on down an empty highway, my car stalled.& the sound of the big dog honking as it doesen/t budge from its head-on position...nice write, David FRANK/FJR...PS>BRING BACK FITZ...REVAMP THE VERSIONS...FILL ME IN ON THE INSIDE TRACK BEHIND& LETS COLLABORATE ON I PASSAGE TOGETHER...WHAT THINK YOU?
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8/28/2026 4:05:51 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
All about the South. Fly those flags high boys! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
yeah, The south will rise again!