Mister Ricky And His Electric Shaft - Poem by Hubert Wilson
Ricky and his circle jerks!
Coolly conniving at the governor's mansion.
Your electric bill just goes higher!
Peoples' situation dire!
Electric utilities cut off the elderly and poor.
Raising the only solution.
Your November voter retribution!
The dry, hot Texas winds alway occur when an incumbent politician speaks and is generally accompanied with a distincly fresh male bovine manure odor. Yep, it's an election year alright!
Comments about Mister Ricky And His Electric Shaft by Hubert Wilson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You