Tough Times Rhymes Poem by Danny Draper

Times are rough
But I'm tough
Dragging a sorry arse
On gravel in the buff

Times are lean
But I'm mean
Blue-veined bread
Will empty you clean

Times are stupid
But I'm putrid
Save on soap
It makes skin lurid

Times are surfin'
Couches to drop in
Victims tenancy
A once used coffin

Times are lurchin'
Despised thing urchin
Discarded junk
Just keep marchin'

Times are dining
Avocado crushing
Pulled pork flagellate
No mortgage rising

Times are soon
No eighties moon
I'm sure, totally
Gag me with a spoon

Times are black
Ice is broken crack
Rural is your choice
Weedy wid a whack

Times are seedy
A victim's needy
Of an angle to
Prosecute freely

Times are drainin'
Best start complainin'
For compensation
From what's remainin'

Times are dread
Better off dead
Or grilled cheese toasty
And back to bed.

Times are rhymes
Muffled wind chimes
A whinge for a win
Prose perverted crimes.

Times are ruff
And though I'm tuff
Even literature see
Is not enough

Danny Draper
8/11/2016