Switch hitter.
Tongue splitter.
Big sister.
I'd hit er.
Not a quitter.
Late for dinner.
Baby sitter.
Dog bit err.

Now the dogs put down,
but he chewed up my kids homework.
I feel like a don't jerk me around...
Now I've got this nervous twerk.

My knee is brown, from kneeling down.
My back went out, and I'm screaming now.
Neighbors out... Steaming now.
Somewhere someone's reaming out...
a hole in the bucket, dear Liza.
Why's this happening to me.
Hand me a cold Budweiser,
and I'm as happy as can be.

I'd hire flea to entertain me,
but he's fingering his instrument
with his friends.
There's sharks in Californication,
Starting to make their ends.

The beginning is the finish line.
It's hard to define but it's by design.
Pay me no mind, I eat up brain cells
everyday.
Pass this course, your doing fine
I'll put your A+ on display.

Chalkboard, Betty Ford, drunk out my
sweaty gourd.
Got two by fours for my kids fort.
In a tree house with my spouse in short
I need an extension cord I'm late for
night court.
Hand me a Newport, there Sport.
Don't lick frogs or youll get warts.
Their pours cause sores, they're import.
Go do your chores, there squirt.

Pause for the cause four hands or
four paws. Don't put your flaws on me.
Folks with glass jaws should follow the
law. Listen to Tom Brokaw, you'll see.

Listen, while I bring you the news.
They're stepping all over my blue suede shoes.
You're not in the know if you are confused.
Enough of the cancelation blues.

Snitch killer.
Don't fit er.
Bitch wit er.
Go figure.
Soft trigger.
Deliver.
Shit river.
Cold shiver.

I'm uptight feeling frostbite, outside,
Right beside an ice cream clerk.
I'm blowing up like dynamite...
Beam me up like I'm Captain Kirk.

I've seen the sound, when up looks down,
Come back around, I'm dreaming now.
The Mayor shouts, pleading out.
A damning video streaming out.
There's a mole in Nantucket, dear Hillary.
The CIA's bringing cocaine to me.
Blackmail is William's artillery.
Being suicided, Big Brother's responsibility.

I'd fire Joe Biden, Bin Hidin'
but his clone is golfing with his
Bluebeam peers.
Engineers and puppeteers rioting
with hired influential TikTok queers.

This inning is the final sign,
What's yours & mine's been redefined.
They try to sell us everyday a
created persona to display.

Steel swords, knights and lords,
Inquisition, Muslim hoards.
A loaf of bread, can't afford.
Millions dead. No reward.
Leave on your own accord,
I'm glad that Honda motors out
perform Americanese plasticity,
of course, I used the force and
this is my Jedi hypothesis.

Applause just because, I'm using
straws to drink my sauce for free.
You can toke with me, but first read
the clause, because these laws don't
apply to me.

Dissing me is nothing new.
They keep on squaking on The View.
You have to choose, don't stay on snooze.
Because now I'm getting mad reviews.

So Listen, while I bring you news.
They're stepping on my blue suede shoes.
You gotta go if you're confused.
Enough of the cancelation blues.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
February 2nd. 2023 ©

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