Rusty’s Comminutor

Gary Edward Geraci

 

 

Rusty runs the comminutor,

A kid who grew up with no tutor.

 

Thrilled with the scatological:

“God uses it ALL - that’s all too logical!”

 

Chuckle and loosen your belt buckle,

He’s wealthier now than your rich uncle.

 

Between errands and jobs - his first: 

The solid waste must be dispersed.

 

“Hey Rusty,” his radio cracks,

“You’re needed up front: check the grate racks.”

 

From the seat of his stool he springs,

Tools to loosen the clog he brings.

 

It’s a steady job the world over; paid

Regular pay plus overtime, it’s made

 

Rusty realize the importance 

Of work done well - an inheritance

 

To partake in the noble and great:

“Ora et labora” from eight until eight.

 

It’s true he’s not the most learned,

But believes to be the most blessed.

 

Working for the Lord’s glory; next the boss;

He’s never doubted who’s carried the bigger Cross.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

 

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2018 10:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: The meaning of the poem hinges on one’s understanding of the word “comminutor” and it’s enjoyment, in the subtle innuendos scattered throughout.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Someone's got to do it, I suppose. Then we may add 'Just don't let it be me!'

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Ha ha. Took me a while to get back to this one. Thanks O.



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