Corprate AmericaA Poem by Tenten
Corporate No one wants to star at a child molester looking clown While devouring their heart attack beef patty Where’s a person wishing to inhale charcoal bathed patties While the Voyeur King watches on I think he needs a bathroom moment Oh no hold it! You’re not off the hook There’s still the issue of that beady-eyed colonel Offering to strangle my heart But that’s why we have gastric by-pass Hey Mr. Dave I see you trying to get away Get back here! Now I enjoy the food As horrid as it can be But you looked at the mug of yours In the mirror lately You ain’t mommy friendly and I didn’t stay behind her skirts for too long So have a gear change man Oh no ya’ll think we’re through Where’s Mr. Redenbacher …Know where the Quaker Captain’s at He’s got nightmare bills to pay F**k Tony, next time I see a talkin’ tiger I better be loaded (on the good s**t) More than flakes bathed in ‘powder sugar’ Yeah you can all run now But I ain’t done, not yet anyhow
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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