Muckers

Poetry sucks.
No, of course I don't mean that.

Big bucks
Yes, of course I want that.

Too many ducks.
Think hard about that.

You've run out of luck.
Scared to believe that?

Wallowing in muck.
Hard to beat that?

Need a tummy tuck.
Too late to treat that?

Give me a lead I can follow
Give me a pill I can swallow

Give me a girl I can cheat
Give me clean shapely feet

Give me minds I can read
Give me words I can heed

Give me a soft warm bed
Give me a skin I can shed

Give me a harvest I can reap
And a promise I can keep

Give me fights I can win
Give me clarity above the din


And would you please,
pass the crackers and cheese?