Hanging With The Humble Ones

Buddy, he thought about his ego.

What it was and was he in it?

Could he see or maybe spin it?

And, just where was this ego?

Was it here or free to

Glide about, dodge in and out

Of danger and please good luck’s way.

Is there one more try

And any way?

We could take the day off

Pay off some of this trodden?

This always licking the bottom

Of a barrel barrel so rotten

Everything tastes like would.

Would ya look at that!

I wouldn’t take that crap!

They’re all bold now

But holy cow,

Leave them alone in a

Voting booth,

Then they’ll speak their mind!