In that species of monkey farts
Would rather be queen of hearts
Much healthier tours at the marts
Stuffing highest quality in the carts
Then when their car no longer starts
They pick targets and throw the darts
All them looters run and hide in a bush
When they drink of the kool aid slush
As their brains have turned to mush
I so carefully stroke my paintbrush
Have some cute girl totally crush
When it end in the secret blush
She said it all
Made the call
I may just fall
And stand tall
I put on the boss mode glasses
When they entertainment passes
See far and further than all masses
As their mind fall down and crashes
As they withers away into grey ashes
Myself is busy and all my gold stashes
Then there is the folks without a crest
That gater around and builds a nest
Certainly a form of intellectual pest
That has invaded here in the west
They all just fail every single test
Blame ones better than the rest
