John-Ward Leighton

RUST YOU CAN TRUST

forgot my umbrella today
and the rain clouds decided to stay
and my upset stomach
will not go away

so when the tourist asked where is china town
I said, “Burp and pointed.”
they gave me a strange look
and thought these Canadians are sure disjointed

there was country and western playing on the street
it was so authentic you could smell and feel the cow flop under your feet
as he sang of his love, his dog and what the fuck
anyone can learn to love a truck

with all the cks I can run amuck
and sing cowboy songs that don’t hardly suck
but make you seem
like you’re a schmuck

so with all this truck lust
there is only
one kind of
rust you can trust.