I'm not falling for the come on You're trying to pass off Stop blowing sunshine up my a*s It only makes me cough You slapped some lipstick on a pig and tried to make it fit I don't want your cheap knockoffs Cause I want good s**t
I didn't fall off a turnip truck Don't pull some line on me Your mouth is full of promises like everything is free You talk game you can't deliver you shady little twit Don't bore me with your sob story Cause I want good s**t
Dazzle me with presentations You won't get anywhere Promise me all stars and rainbows and I won't bloody care
You're nothing but a charlatan Selling off snake oil spit You can't play me for a patsy Cause I want good s**t
I know you're lying out your a*s Cause your mouth is moving You try shifting my opinion But it's not improving Pack up your dog and pony show It's time for you to split Not falling down your rabbit hole Cause I want good s**t
HA! And here I was expecting a nice little poem about drugs *laugh* Just kidding. Don't do drugs, kids. Consumerism is one of the best isms on the planet, until some jackass ruins it with empty promises and cheap knock-offs. You get what you pay for. Good s**t, Baby.
Genius, in a very unique way! The message in this poem is superb! If I was a boss, I would want good, hardworking, loyal individuals who are passionate about their job, and never try to be my pet. Wonderful work, as always!
Marvelous writing Baby. This poem would also be right for people at work who believe in blowing sunshine up their bosses but don't perform and deliver. Very enjoyed.
So true BR, the entire poem depicts modern, honestly made me smile, a good laugh and a satirical ambivalence sets the promos for an honestly great read!
If you find the good stuff, let me know where... everything from snacks to sneakers is made out of sawdust and touted as gold. You hit the right tone with this one, Mark.
This is awesome, and so true! I think really, we all "want good s**t," but might be so desperate to get it that we wind up with just...s**t. By the way, I love the line, "You slapped some lipstick on a pig/And tried to make it fit."
The only thing I would change is where it says, "You're mouth is full of promises"; it should be "your," (unless it was on purpose, of course). Other than that, it's great!
Taking this seriously, Baby, there is a great deal of truth in this poem. It's easy for anyone to get taken in by the bullshit, and also the cowshit. The former is often discussed openly in chatshows and the like, but the latter.....well, you fellas just have to work it out by yourselves. A very pleasant read.
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