Yabba

Yabba Doo
Gabba Goo
Kootchie Koo
Fuck You

Stress and strain
Panic, pain.
Archer with aim
Knows not the same.

All at once,
I’m the dunce
To lazy cunts
That don’t know shit.

Screw you
Get a clue
Size the view
Know who you’re talking to.

Like air from tires,
Workingman perspires.
Keep ignorance to yourself.
Leave your tone up on the shelf.

It just adds weight
And muddles thought with hate.
Try to stop a moving freight,
When sanctioned hobos are always late.

What else is there for you to do?
Rippled reflection looks back at you.
Toss your coin into the fountain
And my molehill becomes your mountain


7/24/21