Source unknown. His mother was too embarrassed. Larger.
Urine or Out
Another year's bit the dust,
all things irony have turned to rust.
Beginning to wonder who to trust,
but when they lead; follow we must.
Or not.
When it comes to the issues,
urine or your out.
There's no in between,
not even any doubt.
It's all about belief instead of truth,
doesn't take a detective or a sooth,
to figure out who is long of tooth,
hiding in a anonymous election booth.
The proof is in the pudding,
and it's almost to a boil.
It's going to heat up even more,
keep burning coal, gas and oil.
Might even scorch.
The world is our oyster,
and we're slurping it down raw,
to boost our testosterone,
while it sticks in our craw.
So when it comes to two choices,
and both of them are bad,
I'll just say, "Piss on it.
I'll not be had."
Copyright 2016 © Ronald W. Hull
12/29/16
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to see where our world is taking us.The greedy thoughts many have brought on by our selves. Your poem flows well and stays on topic
Thanks again Darryl Ehlers
Always,
Deborah
Charlie
Love ya!
Jane
We've been had,
we're up a wall.
we're gonna get fucked,
one and all.
Rebecca