A Sunday Afternoon Funny: Posin’

Here ya go, Ex-PH2.   With apologies to Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Robert Hunter, and the late Jerry Garcia.(smile)

 

Posin’

Posin’ got their lies all set. Real winners all, just like ol’ Shovel man
Keep posin’, just ‘bout all the time, posers just keep on creepin’ on.

All those posers now shuckin’ and jivin’ on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it’s always this lame bleat:
“I was SF or a SEAL or Force Recon – a hero!
Just look right here! I’m wearing all of my bling!”

Dullard, with those SF lies; Phildo, with the fake SEAL claims;
Spooky 8 claims he was CIA; but they’re all bogus and lame we know.

Most of the posers you meet on the streets speak of war time,
Most of the time they were safe on a base or at home.
But that doesn’t stop them from claimin’ they did stuff heroic
Right in the ear every one of them needs to get boned.

Posin’, like the bunny man. Ranger, sniper, claims to beat the band
Even when he never trained a day – what a lying clown, all show

Sometimes their lies start gettin’ to me;
So damn bad I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
On their faces I’d like to pee.

What in the world ever became of Ms. Weebles?
She lost her gut, but she still is just the same tool
Now ridin’ a bike but still lyin’ ‘bout what she really did,
All we can say is – “She’s a damn fool!”

Disgusted, went down to the coast. Saw a fake SEAL dancin’ with no clothes!
Claims that he “caught the PTS” – though he never heard a shot fired, no.

Sittin’ and starin’ again at some more fake docs
Claimin’ Purple Hearts that happened before they went in
In his case Karma the Bitch she came a callin
Wasn’t him that got hurt his wife’s the one that got nailed

Busted, did it to his self, Lied for free stuff and it boomeranged
But damn it, it get’s to wearin’ thin. They just won’t shut their yaps, oh no.

We’re sick of all of the posin’ and we’d like to screw ya
That’s why this site exists – just to put it to ya.
It will expose your ass if you’re valor stealin’
So go get a life, quit lyin’ and you we won’t pound.

Sometimes their lies start gettin’ to me;
So damn bad I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
Posers all in jail I’d love to see.

Another has their lies exposed. Whoa whoa baby, now his life it blows,
Back home, feels good down in my bones, another poser now exposed.
Yet another poser now exposed.

Category: Shitbags, Who knows