Oh, For A Word From My Turd – A Poem
Oh, For A Word From My Turd – A Poem
Awoke from listless sleep and an itching groin
Morning anxiety screamed, “Go buy BitCoin!”
For he’s left you here, floating alone
Now sharing with others, his earth-toned cologne
March 21, it’s 10:32
Dear Turd, I worry, where are you?
I try to hold back, but the pressure's so high
I moan with pain, where does my warm Turd lie?
Oh, for a word from my Turd
From his digital shell
His little head poking to say
Buy more, my son, hold and do not sell!
Cyber attacks, Chinese hacks
DHS armor, Janet’s a charmer
No corn for you, it’s diesel fuel
Still I’ll not fret, for my Turd is a jewel
Zero Hedge, Drudge, no not even my mother
Can comfort me like my brown tethered brother
For with my Turd is a bond unexplained
Each time he passes by, I flush with joy once again
Oh, a word from my Turd
If only to say ‘all is well’
Excreting with mild perspiration
Buy more, my son, hold and do not sell!
Yes, hold fast though it hurts
And you long for release
Press on, press on
For soon comes your piece, er, peace
And though my Turd may be long
And it seems to take days
I sit quietly trusting
He will break through the maize
Oh, a word from my Turd
To silence the evil Cartel
Emitting his trumpet-like wind
Buy more, my son, hold and do not sell!
