Ordinary Man
I'm broke, but not busted,
creamed, but not crusted,
smeared but not mustered,
I am the ordinary man.
I married, but I still dingle,
divorced, and again, single,
don't know shit from a shingle,
I am the ordinary man.
Potato chip or a Pringle,
who gives a damn, Ringo,
sell me easily with your lingo,
I am the ordinary man.
Governments may come,
and governments may go,
why should I vote anyway,
when I got nothing to show.
I'm looking out for number one,
ain't no others under my sun,
just continue with my fun,
I am the ordinary man.
That's what I am, I am,
you can find me on Facebook,
or at a poetry slam.
I am the ordinary man.
Gun in my hand, my hand,
I am bound for glory, man,
out to get even over nothing,
cuz I am an ordinary man.
Do something extraordinary,
while I still can.
Ordinary Man Chooses His Killing Machine
Image © New York Times
Everyone knows an ordinary man.
Just an average ordinary terrorist
about to go unhinged.
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6/17/21
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