Topsy-Turvy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.

A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.

That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!
And we must hang in and toughen up!