Our culture’s getting so bizarre
You cannot help but stare
What’s with the clown that struts around
And shows his underwear
Seems fashion sense and common sense
Are senses they all lack
Could this just be the side effect
Of smoking too much crack
Next time you feel a little bored
And seeking to have fun
Just smack one right upside their head
Don't worry, they can’t run
Is this the future of our world
If so we’ve little hope
How long before they drag their pants
Behind them on a rope
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Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Nice piece