Dear December,
You ignorant fuck! You haven’t the clue
Of a glue-addled duck!
Stop huffing the Elmers
You gob-smackingly ignorant schmuck!
We come to fight ignorance,
Not to advance it
But if your bilious posts were a boil we’d have lanced it!
You’re so ignorant, you’ve just won the race
To be the first moron fucking shot into space!
We talked to Lance Bass, and you’re off in his place!
Space Moron, listen, here on this earth,
We believe in innocent until proven guilty, not the converse!
Further, Ashcroft is a dictator, and Cheney – the same.
Why do I bother? from Cheney to Chaney,
You can’t even spell their fucking names!
Moron Smurf, not just your opinions! You’re a jackass with facts
The fact is, you’re balanced, you hate arabs, women, AND the blacks!
That’s an impressive level of ignorant hate,
For even a right-winger, I rate your hate first-rate!
First-rate is a victory, for one whose education’s first-grade,
We’d hate to get moron – I sure hope you’ve been spayed!
December, in the future, you might
Not want to Cite a radio show you think you happened one night
You might as well say “I cite my ass and a flashlight!”
The benighted December once removed his tinfoil hat
He switched to lame limericks
That almost even rhymes but ends up quite sickalus
And he reverted back to his regular crap
What’s worser than worse,
Please help me decide
his opinions, his brains or his poetry
Looks to me like a tie!
Let’s all say thanks to December,
And smile for it’s snide
I give thanks to him daily:
“Thank god he’s not on my side!!”