Hayseed Yuks and Stolen Bucks
Open up the window
I need to breathe
My lungs seared
From TV stench
That mocks intelligence
And denies existence
Of common sense
Replaced by common scents
Radiating outward
From the fecundity
Of mutual dreams
In Cape Cod yachts
That drip from liars lips
You can't con a con
And you can't shuck this shucker
Who just chucked a brick
Into your insincere TV appearance
On Beat The Nation
Where over confident hosts
Check their guests drawers
For shit stains
As the new model
In truth detection
Their Sunday guests
Psychopathic liar politicians
Crush lie detector speak
While psychic Johnny Apple Seeds
Confirmed by Snopes
Acting as truth consultant to the Stars
On the new reality series
Celebrity Divorce
Proclaim to the nation
Yuk yuk golly gee!
Sounds ahhhright to me!
And America says well ahhhright!
As 7 million hands
In unseen unison
Farting a sigh of relief
Switch to channel 666
To watch the new show
Freeway USA NASCAR Stars
Dancing With The Cars