Quatrain Of Shame Logic Poem by Yorktown Disciple

Thou has put fantasy truth
up on a circular block,

Only to find a fools wealth
resting on a sinking dock,

The thoughts floating down
river, from your mind,

Are shamefully ignorant,
dangerous and unkind.

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Your are a menace to
the rational and honest,

Truly, a disgrace wrapped by
delight of the ugliest.

You cannot hear your own
words when you speak,

Alas, it turns out you were
born, an hallucinating freak.