Yessir
An entire year without any B.S.
Wouldn't lengthen nor shorten my days on this rock
Would make me look more favorably on man kind
However, nothing comes free, and we are talking about people
As a youth my Uncle counseled me to develop an infallible B.S. filter
Said people would on a daily basis try to hand me, sell me, and slip me unmanageable amounts of B.S.
On occasion it has been heavier than a Hod of bricks
Sometimes they've even made it smell good!
Sometimes the flavour has been well masked!
Sometimes it even sounded right!
In the end though, it's B.S.
In retrospect perhaps I shoulda said SEX
Oh well
Thom Mork,
ReplyDeleteI read this poem 5 times in a row and got a kick out of it each time. I think that means it's good.
Geo.