Ordinary Man Chooses His Killing Machine

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Ordinary Man

I'm broke, but not busted,

creamed, but not crusted,

smeared but not mustered,

I am the ordinary man.

I married, but I still dingle,

divorced, and again, single,

don't know shit from a shingle,

I am the ordinary man.

Potato chip or a Pringle,

who gives a damn, Ringo,

sell me easily with your lingo,

I am the ordinary man.

Governments may come,

and governments may go,

why should I vote anyway,

when I got nothing to show.

I'm looking out for number one,

ain't no others under my sun,

just continue with my fun,

I am the ordinary man.

That's what I am, I am,

you can find me on Facebook,

or at a poetry slam.

I am the ordinary man.

Gun in my hand, my hand,

I am bound for glory, man,

out to get even over nothing,

cuz I am an ordinary man.

Do something extraordinary,

while I still can.

Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull

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