Dumping tree squirrels five for a dollar
Mother-made confections of tar and twine
She ups and out the winder gives me a hollar
Scheming with the pappygrinder full of pine
Drunked up all full of wine and bathtub shine
Peering within inches above beneath the rim
Bent over and getting reared by uncle Jim
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Gather yonder peppered jerky while ye may
Spreading spores all through the week
Pile your worries in and on the old hickory sleigh
Dandy hills to dump them on the weak
Bestowing unto others and stopping up the creek
Giving poops that float down with the laundry sheets
Clogging the gutters that line the city streets
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Rotting with smash piles and corset bizarres
Mingling with hawkers of disposable manners
Fondling the homeless behind stolen cars
Spent hankies dangling from posts like banners
Wiping my bottoms using a wide pair of spanners
Uncle Jim retreats to his polished uptown carriage
rolling along in his newly papered marriage
ah..but we all shit alone don't we?? :)

your poems start kinda cool then it goes straight to your ass. What's with the ass fixation man? I mean jeez...if you play with your ass, I am sure that you could at least start by being a little more...subtle and not so scratch pussy with stick?