Wish I could write like Shakespeare
And do the motley fool’s thing
Of making fun of the world’s kings
Or comment on politicians’ sphere
Square and hypothetical humans
Of all races and nations’ brood
Till the end of my time’s cue
The idiocy of the pride of man
All the late night shows’ hosts
Are fun feisty heinous and wise
But their jokes relieve no demise
They show often the world’s hoax
My musings reflect frustration
With the words’ load of impact
the utterings of idiots’ thoughts
Are what the world’s stage wrought
And only stupidity’s pride is intact.
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