Pull over and show me what you are hiding there, Eisenhower!

D|o|G, 2008 | Den store digter D|o|G – Diaper of Glory – har holdt pause fra den kunstneriske pligt igennem længere tid, men det seneste digt fra mesterens hånd bekræfter til fulde, at stor kunst er ventetiden værd. I sit nyeste mesterværk sætter D|o|G igen fingeren på ét af de ømme punkter i nutidens samfund, nemlig den stadige jagen efter succes, bekræftelse og tanken om at skabe mening i sit eget liv; det globale menneske afsløres som en illusion, og der gives et vink med en vognstang til alle, der måtte nære forfængelige forhåbninger om en idealistisk rationalismes mulighed for at sejre.

Pull over and show me what you are hiding there, Eisenhower!

Wheelchairs race through nine million towns of freaky twins and overpriced handcuffs in order to enter doomed and unprotected pants of nine year old lizard boys.

I rest in a volcano built from rusty alphabet fingers of an ancient war dwarf who’s hitting on my new born child at a drug rehabilitation centre in the womb of an knocked up eagle.

I breathe the air of shirtless ducks and wait inside the waiting room of Eastern Europe, while all my goat aunts wait in line for the new Queen Latifah movie on top of a deaf and dead diaper compressor from the guy who did the voice of ALF.

Now the time is right to look behind your back and on your watch and wonder »Where are my children? Could I have forgotten them in Hong Kong or could the possibility be that I don’t have any children? Uh, is that a bandage?«

That’s all, folks, until next time; sit up straight, Lucy, and bail out your diving devices!

Love, Simba from the Lion King and from your dreams of shawarma dust!