Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

I Need an Innertube

If it all is going to go to hell in late summer,

As my buddy told me, having heard it from a guy

Who takes this expensive newsletter from some guy

Who has an ear horn up God’s ass, then I’m screwed.

Who can stem a tide of hot, steaming shit?

Some will have boats to ride this smelly tide out,

But I won’t. I can swim, though, for what that’s worth.

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