Proxy Up Your Posse Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Proxy up your posse,
I could care less what you say.
You've got a lot of moxie,
To stand in my way.

You've come to dump your junk,
To excite me to get grumpy.
But those you have corrupted...
Will soon end your luck.

Proxy up your posse,
And others you may choose.
But when your proxy posse finds out...
You'll be the fool.

Too much have I been interrupted,
By your corrupted stuff.
And it's that stuff you always make up...
I've had it!
And enough.

Go get your proxy,
To interrupt me...
With your corrupted stuff made up.
And with this posse that you get..
They'll tire of your stuff.

Proxy up your posse,
With corrupted foolish stuff...
And,
With your moxie fluffed up puffed...
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.

Proxy up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Posse up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Moxie up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.

Go ahead and Interrupt me,
But...
You'll be the one punk'd up.

Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!

Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.

Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!

Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.

Take your corrupted stufff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.

Take your corrupted stuff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Proxy up your posse,
You've come fronting just to do me,
To leave!