'Say Manure! That Will Stick! '

They are killing the police, Over dog urinations. That is the latest commentary, To depict a nation... Fed on fantasy and degradation. But of course this influence, Has had its beginnings dipped... In a lack of strict discipline. When it was believed that sparing the rod, Would not produce thoughtless and reckless Children who grew... To be caring women and men! Who knew? Did you? Folks worship their pets, First, Then God next. Scurring off to grooming shows... Spending tons of money, Just to see an animal strike a human pose. To get a ribbon or a trophy bestowed. To say today folks are sick, With priorities of nonsense... At the top of their list. Doesn't need the brilliance of a poet, To sit and write about it. Although it aids the creative mind with a 'lift'! This madness is all over the place. And one does not need to rely on brilliance... To unmistakably know this, This... I'm seeking the right word! 'Say manure! That will stick! ' I think you're right! And one does not need to rely on brilliance... To unmistakably know, This 'manure' exists! With a stench that pollutes a senselessness, That affects with a seriousness every continent.