You must wear your masks, you sad little sheeple.
You must do as I tell you, you pathetic people.
You must accede to my power, believe all my lies.
You must wear your mask when flying my skies.
You must listen to those who know better than you
.You don't have a choice, I will tell you what's true.
Science is malleable, so are your brains.
Because of me common sense no longer remains.
What's best for you is whatever I will decide.
I will subvert your will and destroy your pride.
I want obedient robots that fall into line.
Who are quick to realize the power is mine.
Cast off your gods, I want obedient tools.
I will decide what kids learn in my schools.
Anything that I'm doing is the best thing for us.
You are expendable so don't make a fuss.
You will have nothing but thanks to give me.
If you step out of line it's my tanks you will see.
Mind your Ps and Qs, do not scoff at my laws.
Never complain I cram them down your craws.
My name is Brandon and I would be king.
You are powerless peasants, who cannot do a thing.
So sit up and shut up and pay attention to me. 
You have no idea how bright my future will be.
D.L. Crockett -- 1/25/23