Painting by Terry Redlin‘I’ll Never Own a Leaf Blower’ by Jack Suss The Society August 25, 2019 Culture, Humor, Poetry 1 Comment I’ll never own a leaf blower, I’ll never rake with noise, Or drive away God’s tiny mole By blasting at his tunnel hole. I’ll never own a leaf blower, I’ll never scream my task, Or trample over village green, With monster-wicked shit machine. I’ll never own a leaf blower, I’ll never ramble like a jackass, Or toss around some screeking wand With “hi-tech” sneer o’er walk and lawn. I’ll never own a leaf blower, I’ll never drown out little birds, Or shirk a weary autumn ritual By flaunting such an obscene tool. I’ll never own a leaf blower, I’ll never roar at leaves, But I’ll admit I own a loud lawn mower That I keep beside my big snow blower. Jack Suss (aka Wyman Wicket) is a cultural mutant multi-career virtuoso—blues piano player and singer, writer/poet, one-time military officer, lawyer, English professor, and Ph.D. in Humanities. Read more of his poetry here. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. One Response C.B. Anderson August 25, 2019 Heh-heh. Now, if we can just do something about those giant leaf blowers that landscrapers use, then we’ll have accomplished something. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
C.B. Anderson August 25, 2019 Heh-heh. Now, if we can just do something about those giant leaf blowers that landscrapers use, then we’ll have accomplished something. Reply