I wander lonely through the cloud,
And float on high upon pedestals,
When all at once I see a crowd,
A host of expert know-it-alls.
Obviously fake, far beneath me,
Stuttering and prancing in bullshit feeds.

Continuous are the stars that shine,
But not in NASA imagery!
Their stretched imaginations hide,
The photoshopped delivery.
Ten thousand times I say, no chance!
A man on the moon?!
I’m not that daft.

The waves don’t hide an Earth that’s flat,
No vaccine can deny the fact,
That my god says we can’t be gay,
And who needs science anyway?
I gaze and craze with little thought,
It’s common sense.
We don’t need your sort.

For oft, alone, on my couch I lie,
In vicious and defensive mood,
‘Opinions’ flash before my eyes,
I will not bow to servitude!
I have nothing else…
Just an ignorant will,
To fight these expert imbeciles.