My brother stood before me, spouting communist crap.
I stood there thinking he needs a come back to reality slap.
He stared at me vacantly and kept prattling away.
Spewing Commie talking points, aka nothing to say.
My parents were watching, my dad shaking his head.
Your brother has lost his damn mind, my mother said.
He didn't learn it from us, he was endarkened in school.
We sure as heck didn't raise him to be a damn commie fool.
What's wrong with our schools,  I thought to myself.
They turned a good LDS kid, into communist filth.
As I grew older the commies took over more schools.
They're numbers kept growing, more brainwashed fools.
Now here in my dotage, the good fight has been lost.
The greatest document in our history is about to be tossed.
Our Constitution is ignored, our laws are defied.
Common sense has gone by the wayside, no longer applied.
My brother's an anarchist, he denies his own heritage.
One of millions of victims, blaming their white parentage.
He's the definition of woke, pampered, simpering schmucks.
Lining up for free cheese, hands out for free taxpayer bucks.
He thinks he's important, he's brainwashed himself.
He's the biggest of threats to his own mental health.
I say he's a victim of a horrid,  fake college education.
One that taught victomology with no edification.
He drinks and gets mauldlin, then cries in his beers.
I'm sure he's sick of his life, that's why the fake tears.
It's his own bed he lays in, he's screwed his life up.
God is still there to help, he turns away from that cup.
He complains about everything, constantly bitches and moans.
The left hasn't been busier, he has millions of clones.
D.L. Crockett -- 3/16/23