Weird Shit

He came without clothes on

He came without socks

He ran through the streets

With his ass in a box

The people all gathered

They taunted and jeered

The poor helpless bastard

Who broke out in tears

But give one some credit

He tried to assist

But got leveled by two feet

Of swinging limp dick

Then trampled and trotted

Bare foot in his grill

The boxed encased varmint

Proceed downhill

The crowd, you know, followed

They couldn't resist

The outcome is something

They didn't want to miss

They sprinted and scrambled

They hollered; they wailed

They soon grew exhausted

From running like hell

Yet, try as they might

The crowd couldn't keep up

He dived in the lake

But he swam like a duck

He dived, and he shimmed

With Michael Phelps grace

The distance he conquered

The crowd in his wake

One yelled,” Get a boat!”

Another yelled, “No!”

There’ll be no pursuit

They were letting him go

Some swore he grew feathers

And gills and grew fins

But, no matter the outcome

This bullshit must end