The Duel
On the world stage
Stood two men with no class
And with words tossed
Turned defiantly ass to ass
Locked and loaded
Ten paces they did take
But when they fired
What a mess they did make
Try as they may
They could not hide
From heat seeking missiles
That targeted their backside
So that now when they talk
Nothing can be heard
Because with each breath
Out comes a turd.
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017
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