Someone took a dump,
Bumhole Bump has got the hump,
useless politics.
I keep finding things,
things I tought that I had lost,
turn up, just like that.
Today is Turd’s day,
traditionally for poo,
at lest once we trust.
I vote lottery,
to break the bank and bank it,
and treat everyone.
I would write my book,
finish them at least I know,
and self publish them.
there always something,
extra to do, everyday,
and that is for sure.
I yawn so widely,
my jaws lock with mouth open,
like a weird zombie.
I am fading fast,
on a photograph of me,
back to the future?
