His responses were flippant, mostly flipping the bird.
His favorite weapon were his own petrefied turds.
He was wearing pink pantyhose, his turd  sling in his hand.
He wanted transgender month across the whole land.
He was full of unrighteous anger, he often despaired.
He thought he was beautiful, a view nobody shared.
His butt was ginormous his fake boobs were intrusive.
His neglect of his own body, was so self-abusive.
The left claims to love him, they're insane as well.
When he opens his mouth, his breath could certainly kill.
He claims to have pronouns, that, it, and so what.
Sometimes he calls himself a fine-tuned human bot.
He loves little children, especially sitting on his lap.
He's been caught several times in police pedo traps.
He applies his own makeup, inside a centrifuge.
He really puts it on thick, playing the part of a stooge.
He's bald and he's bearded, his smile's outlandish.
He quit brushing his teeth now they've all vanished.
His buttocks look to be wider than his six feet tall.
He's flipped so many boogers he's emptied his skull.
He's being praised and paid, for grooming your kids.
If you saw his curriculum you'd be fliping your lids.
The vetting process is a joke, he should be villified.
His teacher's certification should be revoked and denied.
This would never be allowed in a land of the sane.
But in our Bizarro world it no longer seems strange.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/23/23