Livin’ high off the hog,

No worries about my home in the bog,

I built it with logs,

So it won’t sink or get soggy…

What do I know of writing poetry,

I know anything I can do for free,

Is something I will do more often, see,

Its when they start to chargin’ a fee,

That is when I leave, ya see…?

My limo is purty classy, ain’t it,

I only use the camper part to take a sh**,

Most of the time I tool around my one horse town,

Stopping every so often to take up five parking spaces,

Does not put me though into the sheriffs good graces…

Maybe I should do some travelin’,

It should help me to feel better, do some unravelin’,

Instead of all this stress with the welfare money,

I can take off and leave that to my honey,

Yep, the bee’s will be makin’ more while I am away,

Maybe if ya think I am at all, I can do stand up and be funny…?

© ed ~ 6/15/06