Rectumania

Oh they've got their corks up now.
Overtaxed and burdened,
They can not relax.
Smack dab in the middle,
Of dribbling finances.
Taking chances and feeling much plucked!
Like ducks walking as if rectumania has struck.
And for many out of luck...
It has.

So whatever it is carried on your shoulders.
Chips, bricks, sticks or stones.
The moaning heard is getting loud and clear.
And there is no need for suspicion.
Bend over.
It is a massive activity.
Affecting many of us in the rear!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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