A Politic Or Two Comes Due!

So Pat may have to bite his tongue a bit but the cat does not have to do it. Away I can go with whatever I want at my show. Don't worry though its not about politician idiots at my show. I think I'd throw up in my mouth writing about that or just have a hairball on the mat.

There is a ring,
Say one thing.
Really mean another,
Oh brother.

I hate that phrase,
But over it I'll glaze.
Away I will go,
At my show.

Pucker up lass,
Tag that ass.
With your lips,
Not your hips.

Don't get dirty,
This isn't flirty.
Mind from the gutter,
Big ass though, so shutter.

Oopsy, they say.
Facts they lay.
Really thinking hard,
To bury you in the yard.

While others are fine.
Oh so divine.
Ass on their lips,
From multiple trips.

Do less with more,
At a certain shore.
But more for less,
Is your mess.

All in a round about way,
To play chicken at your bay.
Afraid to cross the road,
So they drop a load.

Of BS that is,
With their shifty biz.
Trying to be all grand,
When lying at their land.

They simply want the space,
So lie through their face.
One you'd like to slap,
As the bs flies from their yap.

Pat can bite his tongue indeed at a certain feed. But the cat will just blither away no matter what they say. And if they should see, doesn't bother me. Some have less class than the fleas on my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.