High Aspect Ratio of Urban Rodents
- Green Acres is The Place to Be
- or would I rather be a Beverly Hillbilly
- or reside in Mayberry RFD
- all of these shows
- programmed us to hate living in the country
- us, rural pets, were dummies
- the city was culture, cool, sex and money
- where progress was being made
- while we, country bumpkins, drank koolaid
- in the shade, we were slow, you know
- couldn’t add, subtract or think fast
- we were relics of a backward past
- black and white, country
- contrasting to color TV, city
- we couldn’t juke and jive
- we were straight and truthful, countryside
- not sophisticated, not deceitful, city-fied
- Church going, collard greens, our chicken, fried
- not steak tar, tar, a mule and wagon, no car
- a one track railroad town, everything closed, sundown
- the juke-joint is where we danced, no clubs
- hardly crime, just hard work, having a good time
- Family, as far as we could be
- moving zillions of miles from Living, the city
- name brand, we wore handmade clothes, country
- so why the drive toward the city
- with five to ten siblings in the Family
- cousins surround, a child, all around, our gang
- Family, community, decency
- so why the drive away from the country
- seeking a better Life, could be
- or victims of a manipulated economy
- when people live a mile apart
- kill ratio, low
- when people live inches apart
- high, kill ratio
- if you kill all the people
- haven’t you destroyed the world
- without consciousness, what exists
- without minds, what persists
- Emptiness
- so those who want to rule
- had to create a new, sophisticated, dis-educated
- urbanized Fool
- who was easier to kill and control
- for a dollar, would sell his soul
- thought materialism was gold
- an expensive lifestyle was the goal
- in the city, with no water, no electricity
- no gas, how long could you last
- but me, my next home
- will be a farm, back in the country, among Family…R.D.Revilo
