Our Time To Fart Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFG HHIJJKG LLMMG NNNOON NNNNN NPNPPN NKNQR| I hear you cry about a million bugs we spent on drugs in a day | A |
| And that the drugs could not in fact be more than a thousand bob by the way | A |
| I hear you cry about our opaqueness in the way we bank your taxes | B |
| And that we paid five hundred more wagers tonight in a club | C |
| Five hundred more than we indeed have employed | D |
| I feel your bile brother and worry about your sense sisters | E |
| But don't you know it's my time to eat | F |
| Our time to fart | G |
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| You cry about the inflated vote head allocation | H |
| Remember every vote every head in the poll had a cost see your contradiction | H |
| Why whine about my wallet's wit with whine | I |
| Your craft on the bills before | J |
| Sunk us a billion by four | J |
| The treasure is the treasury | K |
| It's my time to eat our time to fart | G |
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| While at it with glee applaud | L |
| Services serious our lips laud | L |
| Kickbacks with ease uphold | M |
| Back passes why not to hold | M |
| It's my time to eat our time to fart | G |
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| Next election is nigh at hand | N |
| Tenders and contracts sealed underhand | N |
| Millions must source beforehand | N |
| Dazzle them with fancy projects | O |
| With phony objects | O |
| My time to eat our time to fart | N |
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| How much did your vote cost | N |
| Your outstretched palms even in frost | N |
| Did you think I was lost | N |
| My all to toss to a thankless host | N |
| It's my time to eat our time to fart | N |
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| If you hear there are drugs in the chemist | N |
| And no fuel in the ambulance | P |
| If it's true the tarmac you did yesternight is tattered | N |
| When the farmers no longer fill the granaries | P |
| And civil service is patiently penniless | P |
| It's my time to eat our time to fart | N |
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| How smells the fart | N |
| Is it aromatic or stinky | K |
| Odourless or scented | N |
| I guess it smells smile | Q |
| sweet as the source it stems from | R |
Denis Barasa
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