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eddie & rudy

eddie the guatemalan dung
beetle cocks his herringbone
flat hat and sez to his
coworker southside rudy the
stout the stalwart legendary in
dung beetle lore the john henry of
mound movers the big
bad john of dung
beetle folksong at the bottom of
this heap lies a big big beetle
big bad rudy anyway eddie
sez to bad beetle rudy the
southsider y'ever think maybe
there's sumthin more'n just puttin in
your eight & goin home year after
year movin corporate defecate for
a modest nest to stay in a
few good years an it's all
over seems so futile an
meaningless an rudy sez y'know we
don't get paid to think an we
gotta lotta shit to move today so
howzabout yez dispense wit da
proliferation of ponderings an
help me roll this ball uh coyote
crap up tuh duh grain elevator y'know
we really ain't got it so bad think about it we could be livin in the land uh hippos an elephants with their mammoth piles to move all work an no play we could be cockroaches always slinkin around in the dark sneakin
snacks from them savage humans
an gettin sprayed an stomped
on nobody stomps on us eddie yeh sure
there are these damn flies buzzin
around annoyin us hard workin dung
beetles an generally bein a nuisance
but at the end of the day it's the
satisfaction of a job well done
warehouses filled with all that crap
some say it's
an unhealthy diet but i like it i'd
rather eat shit and die young yez
only live once i say sez rudy the southsider an eddie sez yeh
i guess yer right i mean what else is
there for dung beetles to do but roll
balls uh crap around all day it's what
we are designed for it's our destiny but
even so i can't help thinkin that this ball uh shit might be the remains of some
superior human devoured by a mountain
lion or anaconda and deposited in a heap on the
trail for us dung beetles and our annual holiday feasts
an it's the circle of life, y'know?
the circle of life
that the highest most intelligent form
of life the mighty human being might be snake poop swarmed over by flies an ravaged by dung beetles someday
it's no wonder so many
human philosophers were depressed an pessimistic just then two crows
flying overheard spotted guatemalan eddie an southside rudy an one crow
sez to the other that looks like a
coupla snacks on the
trail down there an the other crow
sez nah yez don't wanna eat that
them's dung beetles
they taste like shit

 © John Kennan 4-8-21
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