When you speak or write your chosen words
I’d keep em’ short and few.
Cause you never know,
How you can tell what the waiting hoarders do?
Now I’m not talking knives and guns
Or hoarding rays and lasers.
Or bombs of powered iron and fuzz
That might belong to crazies.
I’m thinking bout’ the paperworks
That sometimes win the game.
Like when the proofs of voting booths
Help choose “who’s to blame.”
When, some hid this or one hid that
It so damned hard to figure.
While, you try to squeeze the people dry
Makes your profit big and bigger.
As hoarder digs, deeper digs,
Deep into lost box.
Ask who could know, what’s hid below
Forty mixed odd socks?
As even leaders big as Gov’s
Might find themselves in trouble
When all the people against him
By hoarder’s hoard just doubled.
So now I’ll pass this on, right now
In hopes it’s printed freely
For wifey found it yesterday
Then she, so proud, she be
So smiling as she said “here you go, see,
I still love ya Dee.”
Ps governor of rich clover
Please leave the people some leftovers
while you hug your bulging budget
Don’t just pay for Supreme Judges
Maybe, just a kid, or two
Should get a little fun from you: