You say our planet isn’t rounded
And the moon landing’s were fake
Since your statements are unfounded
Your diploma’s a mistake
If your children are reliant
On your slow, retarded stance
Whether dumb or just defiant
You’re not giving them a chance
You’re the “mental self abusers”
Like the “Scarecrow,” minus brains
Joining all those nut job losers
On your YouTube crazy trains
When your views are seen as cockeyed
And it’s gibberish you spout
Since your head’s stuck up your backside
You’ll need help to pull it out
You’re so ignorant it’s funny
You don’t follow history’s map
Bees may offer you their honey
But like flies, you’re drawn to crap
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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