He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's only wish
and it would be right in the pocket
if Zelenskyy signed a docket
for a galoot in cahoots
who's a-rootin' tootin'
to shoot a stealth rocket
between the ears of the idiot Putin
The Mighty Quinn in the Highlands on Maggie's Farm in an Idiot Wind
What He Didn't Say About Being Famous:
"Just Like The Rest, I Like My Sugar Sweet."
When Quinn The Inuit Gets Here,
We're All Gonna Hafta' Eat.
I "Feel Like A Prisoner In A World Of Mystery."
A Pretty Waitress Knows My Name,
But Wouldn't Vote For Me.
"The National Guard Stands Around His Door."
Every Mag-Pie Makes A Living
While Making Me Make More.
"It's A Wonder We Can Even Feed Ourselves."
But My Lucky Wife In Italy
Died For Mental Health!
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
the big idiot
idiocy example
of hating language
Crown jewels look like paste the boorish president said.
Queen Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back into her head.
He is such a nonsensical person, said everyone there.
How had he gotten elected? Were American's heads full of hot air?
He made some other silly comment about wanting a hamburger instead.
He is not right in the head, the chef said. Not right in the head.
Queen Elizabeth is in heaven now rolling her eyes at the USA refrains.
They might reelect this idiotic idiot; where are their brains?
Chet wore his plaid pants up to his pencil protector
People ran from the cafeteria when they saw him
He was an incessant talker
Never let anyone else speak
We have all been cornered by him
His prattle is boring; scientific crap
Stuff none of us care about
Quantum physics, montum shizzicks,
We don’t even believe in whatever it is
We are from the Midwest
in a town of two thousand
He may be my cousin, but I am the first to say
Clear out of the way, I have to get out of here
He is an educated idiot
Spewing facts right and left
Over our heads they go, bouncing round the walls
flicking into the furniture like bullets
No one is interested!
We back up as he edges into our personal space
He has no boundaries,
it is all about him
and it is annoying
to those of us who
have a life.
**** Hat
The American was an **** hat
A real screw ball idiot
Who didn’t care what people thought
She did this and that what she wanted
A new tattoo left nipple coloured dark green
Right ear extended elf like
Having sex with 70 year old men
Just for the Hell of it
Not to get their cash
A real **** hat gal
She was a local character
One whom people detested
Crossed the road to avoid
Yet she was smart could argue
On vague stupid topics
Her real name was Dawn
In reality they called her slang
Names unprintable here
She’s the **** hat gal
Full of crap a real lunkhead
Imagine if you were her
So full of **** hat !
Do you like me, or are you just kind?
Do I misconstrue
Your affectionate words,
Your gestures of a sweet nature,
As symbols of adoration?
Am I am idiot sapphic?
So unaware of flirtatious musigs
And romantic advances
That all opportunities for love pass me by?
I used to fear the gaze of other women.
Fear of judgement, of disgust, of pity,
By women inherently more perfect than me
In my eyes.
Now I long for it.
Craving the pure intimacy
Of feeling as though someone is watching
With cartoonish heart-eyes.
Do you like me, or am I an idiot sapphic,
Desperate to love and be loved,
Yet so unsure what is romance
And what is kindness?
Blooming Idiot in Pennsylvania
what we would want to do
plant flower seeds which we knew
that they grew and grew
Can you ever really imagine this?
Killer who was a small Shrimp;
There he is wearing a backpack.
Had become a killer natural born.
So dark while light reflected on face.
Seekers have been waiting for daylight.
Maybe he will pop up out of nowhere.
Need to put him back in prison again.
He violently stabbed woman to death.
Vengeance is mind sayeth the Lord.
Guy is blooming idiot and a lost cause
Need him like having big hole in head.
Maybe he should disappear into past,
No longer in our lives and existence.
We never needed him in first place;
Are many weird things in this world.
Funny that while walking on autopilot
you can of a sudden find your own mind
talking to itself in the middle of a dirt track.
It is flatter than usual, it must have been
picked up by something larger than life
then dropped from a great height.
You walk around it
careful not to tread on its splatter.
It keeps yapping to itself
as if oblivious of your presence.
Only then do you snap back
into pilot mode,
but it's no longer you that's the pilot
it's your idiot mind,
and its now peering out of your eyes
as if it owns you.
Just better then chimpanzee
After breaking your people’s known taboo.
One, sure, is not escaping a boo!
They would all stop who’d loved to at you coo
Many fighting to glimpse your face “Please who”
Your never change a thing, only cud chew!
Your own mum would serve you rice, no stew,
Dad delaying your drugs after a flu,
About you to his friends “Loose is the screw”
And “Food for sharks” as ship’s captain to crew;
You’re an idiot to these searching for a clue…
So, after what I’d said: mind a taboo.
Even, the beasts in zoos don’t get a boo.
What gain about ‘Who?’ one points to you?
“Look at the guy whom his image slew!”
The inner stench hangs in the air
permeating the entire room;
Straight funk is just too much to bear;
Residue swept up with a broom,
can’t hide decrepit with perfume;
What’s real and fantasy can’t switch;
Throw trash out or you may consume
a rotten idiot sandwich.
Get your head outta the clouds, Kai
It's never gonna happen
F*cking figure it out, Kai
It's not meant to be
When they enslave you
you will not know it;
it will feel like a gift,
a great idea, a necessary step.
When they nail you
to an all-encompassing
surveillance system
you will think it a fine new law
to track only the bad guys,
you won't think it could ever be you
they're looking for.
When they come for your guns
you will willingly surrender them
for the sake of peace and safety,
proudly consider it your duty.
When they cancel and mute your voice,
it will be in the just cause of 'disseminating
reckless false misinformation,'
or of being a conspiracy theorist,
and just maybe you're also a racist!!
Then they will indoctrinate your children,
pervert them, turn them against you
for it’s not your future
it’s theirs,
'theirs' meaning those in charge
of your life.
They will control you
from cradle to grave.
You will no longer have to pursue happiness,
it will be rationed for you,
so you can watch moron TV
until you die.
When one freedom after another
is smothered and shut-down
you will be looking the other way
thinking what a fine day
to be this free
in the home of the brave.
Demonstrators in all riots
Aren’t at all full or half idiots:
Any fellow on Rich Diet
Most likely will remain quiet…
Idiots don’t fear Police Canister,
Whose contents are damned sinister.
Cops begin to consult Tear Gas
And vanish would even a lass;
For man fancies not Helpless Tear;
Once its source sights, to The Rear...
With Betrayers they remonstrate,
Against The Bizarre demonstrate:
Idiots don’t know when Auditors
Are Arranged Phony Monitors…
Your So-Called Idiots know the risks
In one playing too long corrupt disks:
Just The Accidental Discharge
That make rioters not in-charge;
Yet, those that voice it keep quiet:
You don’t Idiots meet in Riot.
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