John Stetson Poet Rhyme

Blow the Man Down

Hunker down, it'll blow over...
Unless it blows up

Into a storm that might drown us all
In a sea of lies from an ethos so small
It should all disappear 'neath a wave of disgust
In the wake of mistakes built on fakes and distrust

The ship's goin' down and the Captain can't sleep
With his thumb on the scale and his head in so deep
He could do root canal if he just had the tools
With his hands on the levers surrounded by fools

Those big floppy shoes won't fit on the brakes
But the car still accelerates, that's all it takes  
To capture the flag, a checkered record games played all day
And soon he'll have given the whole game away

The bank's in the tank as well as the court
When you play with house money it cheapens the sport
You can gild ev'rything but you can't shame the lily
A flake that's so thin it just makes you look silly

The transparent uniform sported each day
Won't hide the cuneiform cankles on clay
The soft metatarsals will never hold up
Under increasing scrutiny, while you fish for scup

Floundering, foundering, drowning in lies
Scuppered insufferably, lengthening ties
Hide a softening middle increasingly round
But a breeze at the knees would blow the man down

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