Junk Food for the Big Brain

Pop into a Slim gym

Make sure to hit the gym

Do NOT dare be late to our din din

Always be practicing step ten

We used to drink gin in the den

Yet that hen got snuffed

Living our own lives

Life gets tough

Get tougher but better

Up ahead is Sunny weather

Birds of a feather still flock together

No, I could NOT have said it better

Here is a header for the times

Must be more than twenty lines

But all it takes is really two

Because goodness, gracious, I love you

Family

God damn

Said with little g's

Not like Uncle Sam's

I was NOT Stan for Marshall Mathers

So fuck ya'll with your chicken batter

It could be winner, winner chicken dinner

Yet I know I happen to be a sinner

Ill pass the mic you pass the pinner

Let's get ready for another winter

Here we go as we throw it off

NOT going to be the one to blow it off

Some come to cheer some come to scoff

I would be playing guitar with Eric Boff

I found a rhyme

Committed some crime

I apologize if I was a little out of line

I hope you do NOT need more wine

Because I have NOT brewed any more yet

Cowboy Nation

Some elation

Money spent

More rent to pay

Yet at the station

Some take a little or big mental vacation

Dream big go hard

Little Rockstar

Or Refbull

For the car ride

If it was just me and bride

I would have said I really tried

That is no means for my sarcasm

While your ears have a orgasm.

Let fantastic visions of reality

Keep all of us in duality

Not a tool

Not a fool

Was way too late

Made it to school

Some people grin

Some people drool

So why NOT pop into that slim jim....