Shiny Sham

A vulgar poem about things, thingamabobs, and shiny shams.

I will not do it Sam the man,

I will not buy the shiny sham!

It is nasty in the box

Much much worse than spoiled lox.

I would not share it with a lamb,

Or give it to a freak to cram

I will not do it TV man

I won't believe your evil scams

Your flying Monkeys flinging shit

The Politicians bathe in it

They love the stink

And they think

We can't smell the truth of it.

So go away ,shut your mouth

Go ahead cry and pout

I do not care no not one bit

We are all sick and tired of your shit

Your g-string stinks it's crunchy too

Your sock is gross and full of goo

Your milk is spoiled your cheese is green

congress filled with baboon screams

While lies you bake like pies that stink

The walls all stained from the shit you think.

You babble lies

    You murder truth

    You can't disguise

    You’re too obtuse...

I will not do it Sam the man,

I will not buy the shiny sham!

It is nasty in the box

Much much worse than spoiled lox.

I would not share it with a lamb,

Or give it to a freak to cram

I will not do it TV man

I won't believe your evil scams

Your flying Monkeys fling their shit

The Politicians bathe in it

They love the stink

And they think

    We can't smell the truth of it.

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