Some knew him as Legion, the master of fools.
Some knew him as Brandon, the master of stools.
Some worshipped an idiot, some worshipped  clowns.
Some bought into so much BS, folks feared they might drown.
Some like empty heads, some like heads full of mush.
Some think they'll strike riches with nonsense they gush.
Some like misinformation, some prefer MSM lies.
Some have a thing with fake tears, shed from dry eyes.

Some dance in the moonlight, some beg in the shade.
Some take government handouts, our tax-dollars paid.
Some laugh in our faces, when wasting our cash.
Some taking themselves seriously, are nothing but trash.
Some have been brainwashed, some think they're all that.
Some now follow Satan, they're called demonrats.
Some are ignorant communists, taught by commie professors.
Many are ungently needing, God fearing friends or confessors.

Some are way off the path, some by fools are misguided.
Some go about preaching unity, but prefer the people divided.
Some believe in most anything, some believe in nothing at all.
Some have fully developed brains, some have mush in their skulls.
Some prefer facts over truth, some feel secure with the lies.
I'm shocked by what these idiots say, but I'm never surprised.
Some have no common sense, if so it's the uncommon kind.
The kind of smarts needed to let yourself be led by the blind.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/5/24