Rascals and Ragamuffins
Scoundrels and Scallywags
Each bows in subservience
To Monarchs and Moneybags
Clean our world,
Flush those empty bubbles,
My bulb has broken.
I forgot to turn the switch on,
Lightning striking as my light,
I rebound to rebuke!
Clean our world,
Pack our moneybags,
I am distributing to our people.
They are humans,
Same blood, same spirit and same species!
They are my lineage.
Lightning striking as my light.
Paperless files prepared by pathetic people for patients never properly prevail
After the scanning is situated it seems their salary is second hand, sadly sadistic!
Nurses nurture but stick needles in arms nine times like a rusty and nasty nail
Doctors must drink dill juice with breath like a stinky dried dying dinostystic!
Every minute he exhales all eight ethnic dinners, he eats while he’s enthralled
Mr. Moneybags may be macho, but the misses milked his money in the morning
On an obscure day the Viagra rep had an out pour of pills on old Mr. Oswald!
Nymphs so needy, but the naked image never made them nearly horny!
Intimidated Irene has improved yet her impulse to scream idioms is intriguing
Under the desk she unties her shoes singing “U Can’t Touch This” so unpleasing!
Mr. Moneybags makes a move like MC Hammer not knowing the musical meaning!
***NOT FOR CONTEST JUST FOR FUN***
Date Written: July 26, 2016
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