#48: Guise Who Proselytize (Skepticism)

(Sighn Post 4)

And Way On Past The Dotted Lines,
Out Beyond The Speeding Fines,
And All The No-Gear-Shifty Grinds,
That Make One's Learning Tough,
Still, We're Slapped Between The Minds
With Messages Of Several Kinds . . .
Printed On Some Highway Sighns . . .
And Hell, For All Their Weird Designs,
We Had To Read The Stuff . . .

Even When We Were Hungry.

"Dear traveler, and this will be brief,
and you can breathe with some relief,
and it won't cause you any grief . . .
it's but a roadway post,
promoting modest disbelief
of Injuns bragging on their chief,
with arrows missing from their sheaf,
and fires hot to roast.
Any group lost on the reef
will fail to ask him, 'Where's the beef?' . . .
when promised life with new-turned leaf . . .
the loudest is the most . . .
And so, he comes on like a thief,
but loud and strong, and just as eef
his poopy didn't even weef
of rotting, moldy toast.

Eye Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee:

A tasty meal don't mean a clean kitchen.
Listen to your tummy, and stop your bitchin'!"