Short Shorts
Some people should not be caught out in their short-shorts
Their body physique and their age now simply purports
To say to others if not said to that one,
That Shorty-short days on this planet are now done.I once saw a gift-card all covered with honey,
But inside a potbellied fellow with money
Was labelled ‘what we get – but not what we dream of
It seems that our dream-boat's are not those that we love’.So how do we deal with this obese-ive nation
Whose use of their forks is destroying creation?
Perhaps cut their funding and standard of living,
Then use the spare funds to encourage their giving.We've messed up our planet, and inside our bodies,
While strutting like peacocks as if we were god-ies;
I really don't think we've too much to be so proud,
So better sit down and shut up – not be so loud.But strut we keep on as if we were the linchpins
Of civilized life, not just so many munchkins;
We shelter our egos ’neath strut and bravado
And hope folks don't see we're not substance – just shadow.The thing of it is we're all shambles and frailty
Who want to be top-most, so kiss off all fielty,
We really are autos who need to use petrol
If ever we wish to excel in the metro.We simply don't see how we look from the outside
While strutting our stuff and revealing our backside;
There's rules and exceptions (for foes, and the inside)
So falsely assume an exception for our hide.navigation