As the din settled down from your daily catastrophe,
Free flowing tears led you straight to the cuckoo-bird couch.
He slept thru all of your childish whines,
Handsomely billing for his precious time,
Then wrote the prescription to hopefully slow down your mouth.
Rubes, wretched rubes.
Distressed and dissatisfied eternally whatever the news.
Rubes, hayseed rubes.
Violently opposed to a world beyond limited views.
And so you ate yourself into the hospital,
Diet and exercise were concepts beyond a goof's grasp.
Frenetic farts from the bowels of the bleak,
Long-winded prayers to a deaf deity,
Adjustable mortgages, cigarettes, tattoos on your ass.
Rubes, bumpkin boobs.
Routinely perplexed as a simpleton tying its shoes.
Rubes, easily confused.
Willingly duped by a fruit touting family values.
Cross-eyed dolt, you've missed the boat on every occasion.
You play the daily lotto, but'd lose the ticket if you won.
Union prolls demand too much then lose their jobs to Asians.
Shoddy work, sloppy smirked, outstretched pink porcine palms.
Rubes, hickburg rubes.
Put them to work, tax their pittance ‘n sell ‘em fast food.
Rubes often dislike Jews.
Openly weep as their sphincters leak yesterday's booze.
C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2011