If I could fix stupid, I’d bottle it up,
and make an elixir to drink from a cup.
A friend has a cousin whose Brother-in-Law,
says that the data has a big flaw.
A search of the web, says it is so,
to hell with the Science, I already know.
It’s just the sniffles, you don’t need no shot,
those in the morgue will soon be forgot.
The TV guy has the right answer,
a de-wormer pill will cure you of Cancer.
Count all the ballots, then count ‘em again,
we can’t acknowledge our guy didn’t win.
Blame someone else for all of your ills,
must be the reason you can’t pay your bills.
The world is not meltin’, it snowed yesterday,
your truck only burns three barrels a day.
Burn all the books that you don’t like,
then put the author’s head on a pike.
We can’t fill our jobs, we hate immigrants,
we can keep ‘em all out with a border fence.
The Sun is a-risin’ out to the West,
provin’ Dear Leader always knows best.
Critical thinkin’ is not what we need,
for those of us who don’t even read.
To hell with the facts, they don’t work for us,
and findin’ the truth is such a huge fuss.
If I could fix stupid, I’d bottle it up,
and pour it all in everyone’s cup.
LDT May 15, ‘22
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