The Son Of God Poem by DM W

The Son Of God



So you thought that you were glimpsing the Light,
When all along you were chasing shadows.
You thought that you were connecting the dots,
When you were really weaving illusions.
You state that the British Royal Family
Are really reptiles: lizards to be precise! ! !

It must have been one hell of a trip
That blew your brainwashed BBC mind.
But you never returned from cloud 9.
And you sound like a broken record;
With your crazy, half ass conspiracies,
And your inability to mock yourself.

The Son Of God
Friday, May 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: satirical
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