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Thursday, June 3, 2010

Idiots

How are idiots created
A brain void of sense
Stupidity allowed full reign

Words spew from mouths unchecked
Speech as rancid as a garbage can
Forethought an unknown visitation

Boorish idiocy united in folly
An agenda based on hating
Anything beyond their narrow minds

The belief permeates these dolts
That if their opinion is shouted
Loud enough it is correct

May reason rise up to drown out the noise
Of those who rally around ignorance
Sanity’s peace to insanity’s dissonance

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