BS

BS

Here holding court,
Covered in ash.
All on credit.
Never pay cash.

The world gone mad.
The world? Or I?
Should I just laugh?
Or should I cry?

What I see clear,
As through clean glass,
They see only,
In shards of glass.

Finding the rhyme
In the reasons;
As the weather
Follows seasons.

Wasting my time,
Calling Bullshit.
For one reason:
To shoot the shit.