Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "A taste of Life.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "A taste of Life." 

Take your Mayonnaise, take your Mayonnaise, take your phone. Take AI, stick it UP your spout and leave me alone. Take your Mayonnaise home, my Gal and Me, cool as can be, take your salad cream and stick it up in your scream, your Intel dream doesn't mean NOTHING to my Babe & Me.

So, dance your dance, go talk Chinese, a RUSSKIE or Tartare meat on a saddle, we'll eat it rare. And take your Escuerzo-/snails, sup your Boule et Bais, Boris Stroganoff, or Pho Man Chez? Go take your Irish stew, alone with Wine, Rum, Vodka, Scotch on da rocks? Go smoke it/ rot it in your SOCKS!

Take the BREW U think U can chew which MOMMA made when U were once new. Hold ON to those memories, your Spring-golden years. A taste of Life. Big EARS & proud bearing; nutting wrong with that an old-time radio show. Can U remember the old Soap/cleaning product-commercial singing tunes? "DAZZ! will make your Toilet JAZZ!?"

Buuuuut YEARS later: Take your mayonnaise, take your sour cream. Lies & truths shoveled into your brain by Media, Governments, GOSSIP, social fears, where is the haunting GHOST of yesteryear to pronounce a moment true? As for life's TRUTH that now tastes like sawdust in your mouth. "Crackling-Rose/U saw-born Woman" (Neil Diamond song) or that RODEO Star buckin-broncos that man U used to be. Or that Rattlesnake roundup that never was? (Still a mystery to me?)

Mayonnaise on a double take-out Cheeseburger from an Arizona or Texas highway truck stop, Tucumcari or just West of San Antonio, ask me, times past if the ketchup tastes the same?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.