POEM: BS Meters

BS Meters

Sometimes you just
When the shit hits the fan
Or weather the biggest ass round
Goes Pompeii
And you can't even make out
Your exquisitely crafted meter
Turning out
To be
Essentially needle-less
Butt as they say
You don't need a weatherman
To let you no
Which way the wind blows

Bull Shit Meter - FUNNY POLITICAL BUTTONIn increasingly times, my meter has been largely pinned out. I may need to calibrate some kind of logarithmic scale to differentiate escalating levels of flying . Of course, while exquisitely crafted and calibrated bullshit meters are nice, the old-fashioned smell test is often quite sufficient. And when that unmistakably distinctive wind blows, just say no.

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