Oh Spring!
Oh Spring!
How Pleasant it is go go for a walk in the Spring in El Paso!
--Pleasant???In El Paso?????----NOT!

There is a smell in the air as I walk across the parking lot,
--that unforgiving hard and flat territory where cars regard me as a nuisance.

The smell is not the fresh smell of spring;
it is the stale smell of heart-attack giving grease,
undoubtedly due to the omnipresent grease merchants,
whose premises get mis-named 'restaurants' .

Fast Food? One out of Two; it's fast, but not really food fit for human consumption.

And if you listen carefully,
you will hear the sound --not particularly pleasant--that the cars make.

And your eyes will be stunned by the bright lights as they speed by,
in a night otherwise dark, and empty.

And maybe, maybe, if you try hard,
you can breathe in a little stifling dust,
unmixed with the exhaust fumes or cooking oil.

Oh, Murderous Beasts of the Night!
You pass yourselves off as trucks.
But I know better:
You have evil intentions.