I know of a man called Gaetz, Matt
Who doesn’t know where the line’s at;
He’s known on Venmo
To pay for a ho-ho
But soon he’ll be producing warm scat.
This blog is about a former Englishman, now an American citizen and his clashes with American popular culture with an emphasis on religion's deleterious effects. Unless you live here, it is very hard to understand religion's pernicious grip - especially in the political arena.
I know of a man called Gaetz, Matt
Who doesn’t know where the line’s at;
He’s known on Venmo
To pay for a ho-ho
But soon he’ll be producing warm scat.
There once was a governor’s brother called Fredo
Who would waffle even more than an Eggo;
So he took a vacation
To save his reputation
But he knew deep down, that he had to go.
There once with a man with a birthday
Who though that ignoring it held sway
Over the goblins and ghouls
And unabashed fools
Who kept giving him Best Wishes anyway.