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10/31/12
Turnip Truck
Once upon a twice-told tale of heroics and woe, A brave, courageous shmuck/craven putz/crazed klutz, A grade-A, class-C shmegegge, shmendrick, shlimazel, shiker-lush, Fell off the proverbial turnip-truck dushegubka he was driving (A Meals on Wheels loaded with chicken soup and gefilte fish for the soul), He, Adolf Shicklgruber Ben-Gurion, Heading for Hölle's Kitchen, located in Heaven's Auschwitz ghetto,
And tumbling down a vast ravine called, fondly, by the locals, Babi Yar, That lowly, noble pretender to mankind's hallowed Hall of GoodEvil, Soldier of goodbad fortune, came to rest, in a rats' nest Seething with the Gott-awfulest stench of rotting human flesh Erupting with the gaseousness inherent in porcine black putrefaction — A somewhat deflating and shameful comedown for a man of such promise, Who, to this day, doesn't even remain as a footnote to history,
Lest one can gain Internet access to the disambiguation of his spirit, Which, on closer inspection, appears to yet exist, algorithmically, As a viral home video, downloadable on YouTube, For the price of a few deft-fingertip keystrokes or mouse clicks . . . Which still discloses the idiosyncratically toothbrush-moustache madness That drove Herr A. S. Ben-Gurion to drive that turnip truck south, On the northbound autobahn, racing toward the Promised Land.
10/31/12
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