by Bill Yarrow
The goal of a demolition derby is to crash
into all the other trucks as hard as you can
without destroying your own vehicle.
Sounds a lot like capitalism. I should have
said that to my sons as we were sitting
in the stands waiting for the vehicle melee
to commence. Beside us were ornery women
in tall hats, suspender dads, kids deformed with
ribbons, rural Lotharios, tattooed grandmas,
livestock lawyers, reverse cowboys, and young
men carbuncular. “Ladies and gentlemen,
please sit away from the wire fence. We're
otherwise not responsible for the mud.”
Trucks rut up mud, boys. Get used to it.