Song for the credulous

Fool Somebody

There’s a lie
A certain kind of lie
That will never appeal to me
That wouldn’t fool a blind donkey

But it fools you

Must be the way that liars say
Things so fantastically untrue
garbage a goat would refuse
But it fools you, m’gawd does it ever fool you, babe!
What the hell does it take.
tell me how can this spell I break?
You believe some nut-winger
who crosses his fingers
When he talks to you
I don’t care
If my opinion you won’t share
Just please tell me where
you learned that telling lies is fair
That the truth is a game, where
You get to pick the facts
 that fit your story
Life ain’t that way, I’m sorry
All the facts you have to use, you cannot be choosy
It’s not enough to sound right
If you can’t tell heat from light
research and study
don’t trust anybody
Go now, seek the truth
You know you wouldn’t buy
A used car from that guy
He’s only using you
He’s a galoot, bullshit stuffed in a suit
He doesn’t believe himself, why do you?
Under his hairdo,
Nothing is there, boo
His words should scare you

One response to this post.

  1. Yup, scare the BeeGeezuz outa you.
    They got their vapid mo-jo working
    But it don’t work on you
    Don’t work on you.

    Glad to see you wordsmithing


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