Why is no vibration beating
In your dull and muddled mind?
Why do no alarm bells ring,
At your contradictory bleating?
Cognitive dissonance, just not a thing?
Ah yes,
I guess,
It’s when you’re Tweeting
That you speak from your behind.
And in your rectum there is no cognition,
Only a single, narrow ambition,
To expel the crap and the stinking gas,
From where it's been brewing in the store,
And this you do, and express no contrition,
Because it’s valued as rich manure,
By fellow members of your class.
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