Here’s another crappy poem..
A few verses and words that no one heeds..
I guess this will fix ‘em and really show ‘em..
Or just be another shitty piece that no one reads..

Which lately it seems is usually the case..
There are some writers who can just drop a turd..
Then stand back and watch the chase..
Always being followed by the same old herd..

Puke on a page has become an art..
Grammatical smear in sentence and verse..
And good music has become just a whistle and fart..
Oh my god could it possibly get worse..

Call up the herd they’ll buy what you’re selling..
We’ve seen it happen again and again..
Tit for tat.. quid pro quo.. is what we’re smelling..
It’s all just a big media game..

My guess is it’s the nature of the beast..
What we do is unique and pleasing..
Ratings and comments are what matters the least..
Applause from the few is worth the seizing..

I think they should charge five bucks a vote..
We’ll see how fast the herd thins out..
At this point I guess we should note..
That in a parliament they just shout..

Maybe we should adopt this mode..
Shouting and spitting with a few Bronx cheers..
And in the worst case maybe even drop a load..
So much more fun but it will never fly here..

I guess we’ll keep posting our stuff and pray..
Get our meager votes and concede..
That beauty is in the eye of the beholder..
And keep watching the herds stampede..