Sad and lonely at the ranch,
I feel like a vulture on a branch.
Sittin' here bakin' in the heat of the sun,
No excitement, no nuthin',
not one sign of fun.
I'm lookin' for vermin,
Maybe somethin' to kill,
Anything really
to give me a thrill.
Even the compound is boring,
Just prepper decorum,
But not nearly as bad
as that political forum!
Now that place is pathetic,
Woeful for sure.
It's a haven for morons
Whose life is a bore.
Like old women they chatter
About all kinds of crap
That just doesn't matter
To visit that forum
just fills me with dread,
It's a cause of my headaches,
I'm going to bed.
It's truly a pity,
But enough has been said.
(Ouch! My head still hurts)