There was a depraved leprechaun
Who had a small part in some porn.
The director said: “Shoot!”
So he took off his suit,
And hung it upon a buck’s horn.
The world is now one hamster fewer.
For anxiety he was her cure.
He would fly like a bird,
But was flushed like a turd.
Now poor Pebbles is surfing the sewer.
I am calling on all peoplekind
To be caring, inclusive and kind.
People please, if you can,
Don’t say “mankind” or “man”.
My name’s Justin – I’m out of my mind.
Just what we need – driverless cars
And trucks. Once we reached for the stars,
But now technology
Aims to set drivers free,
So all day they can prop up the bars.
The News isn’t biased? I see.
Well it seems rather biased to me.
For when dumb talking heads
Share incestuous beds,
With each other they’re bound to agree.
Stop worrying, and trust me honey.
The forecast is fair winds and sunny.
The market is booming.
No crypto crash looming.
We’re rolling in virtual money.
They sat on their hands for an hour.
They care not for country – just power.
Frustration is growing;
On faces it’s showing;
The grapes are exceedingly sour.