A social Commentary by Iowanian

[Iowanian]

A brand new jar of pickled eggs
Glistening in a jar brine
After eating half a dozen
It might be doodoo time.

Some might have made decisions
not to eat all of them in the bowl
But I'm a pickled egg stuntman
Thats just how I roll.

The impending trouble brewing
my stomach gurgles and it growls
I fear the contents working
In my now troubled bowels.

Its bound to smell like oakland,
Newer than a bolt fans gear.
It just might be a bronco fan
being birthed from my burning rear.