Song of a Teamster's Son

Hoffa went missing,

not a tear got shed

by any of the busted sods

he  pinched his bread from.

God Damn the Devil's B*****d

who sold us down the river

for his mansion high a top a hill

we carted bricks to build.

At fourteen, I lost my father,

to the hell of barely living,

a year in traction

the toll for the highwayman--

another quarter-century of

being billed for life.

So, don't talk to me about Jimmy,

the b*****d's right where he belongs:

in some forgotten pit

dug of his own venality.

Ken e Bujold

2022

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Hoffa and his ilk deserve no sympathy. Although I support worker's right to organize it's hard to understand how to keep the corruption out of it.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

Hoffa was, pardon my language, an f'n snake