~For a "BUCK"~

A buck a rides, all that it said
Who am I, to stay home
With no evening planned.
Too late for a seat, sure hope it's not.

Just a buck a rides, all it took to explode

Now that dust it lay dormant, many a year
That guy's toupee, never did fit
Who the hell's he kiddin
Cept, the man in the back.

Just another buck, now that makes two

Now you may think the place, I'm talkin about
Has a case of "d*ck Doo"
You may just be right
Now follow the bouncing ball, as it jumps.

Ticket sales, dire, but it's always sold out

Not really one place, oh yeah there's lot's more
Where a board on the wall
Hangs keeping, the score.

A place where all hats, have elasticized base

In these places are said, many a word
Yet a big cone of silence
Keeps them at bay.

Tickers on beans, stayin awake

I pissed off my landlord, swore at the dog
That kept me awake, while trying to sleep.
Sirens are blarrin, as they see all the birds.
Water smells funny, let's get the pipes checked.

So much to write, but the inks drying up

Labs are busy, goin day and night
Trying to find people, they can invite.
Can em that's said, fillin up that crate
They all seem to run, about thirteen to one.

It's time for some pickles
Which fork should I use.


~Bentlee~
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
"d*ck Doo"= when the belly sticks out more than the "d*ck Doo".

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