End Up Rubbing You Wrong
End Up Rubbing You Wrong
A buzzard can be compared to an assumption
Central theme on their mind is consumption
And they never will ever leave you alone
Until all of the meat is picked to the bone.
Now that there is not a thing left at all
Mouth is stuffed full and can no longer call
On ground, he is too heavy and will wallow
Until deciding that he did have to swallow.
So the very same goes for ego and pride
Even though all tricks of trade you tried
Piece of poem in mouth is like a putrid song
Rousing your feathers while rubbing you wrong.
Almost sounds like some politicians I know.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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