Dave the Angry Suburban Poet
- My Grill
Written by Sean Nitchmann
My name is
Dave, I am … the angry suburban poet.
Behold the
keeper of the flame
My grill and I
shall hunger tame
Bring forth our
victim to the feast
I’ll skewer and
roast that barnyard beast
Napkins, paper
plates and sporks I’ll get
You spread the
cloth on our patio dinette set
I’ll tend the
encore and prepare my palate
Whilst you
prepare the potato salad
The fickle
flames frolic but heed my instruction
For I am the
chef, hence my tools of construction
Stand back kids,
I’m executing my culinary art
Whoa, if I’m not
first executed by a rogue Lawn Dart
Ah yes, the
perfect suburban backyard scene
The steak’s
bloody red, the lawn’s grassy green
The neighbors
all envy our life, so complete
They’re drawn to
the fence by the smell of my meat
How now, what is
this, clouds have darkened the sky
Does this
quickening wind mean a storm is nigh?
Do these drops
of rain dare to conspire
To dampen my
flame, to extinguish my fire?
The brewing
tempest sends my family asunder
They cower
inside to hide from the thunder
Never fear,
Dave’s at the helm and I know just what to do
Curse you Gods,
you’ll not end this barbeque
I’ll ride out
this storm I’ll stand my ground
I’ve never
lightening keep me down
So bring me more
meat, and trim off the fat
If you can’t do
it quick, I’m roasting the cat
"Dave the Angry Suburban Poet - My Grill" debuted August 2, 2002, performed by Sean Nitchmann.