Truth As I See It

Foolish people and Cheetos
driven by an Evinrude  
making waves in my grave  
and can't even spell Mississippi    
   
It ain't nice to BS  
a poet with common sense  
so get off my freaking  stone  
and find a new place to shit  
   
No one gives a damn  
about your old Harley    
or faded-out tattoos    
and old Ollie gold tooth    
   
Porn ain't art  
and your goiter is the pits  
Homer Simpson isn't God  
and a single wide, not a park    
   
Learn to spell Mississippi  
and wrestling without an R  
but if the shoe fits  
it ain't nice to BS  
   
Oscar Mayer ain't the president    
rotate the mustard on your Harley  
while slinging hash with the stars  
for gosh sake! shake your booty  
somewhere else