I walked to the window
Looking for rain
Only to find there was none
So what did I see
Instead, on the trees
But three inches of white, and then some
It heartens me though
To know what I know
The government is not the only
High paying gig
Where none give a fig
Whether wrong or right, they’re just phonies
Weathermen, you see
Could squirt shit when they sneeze
Then turn ’round and call it baloney
So, like our po-li-ti-cos
That’s just how it goes
They feed us baloney shit sammies
But next time, I think
When that breeze starts to stink
I’ll send a pic of a dick being slammied!
50 Shades of Gray Hair 
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