Late last night, I was sitting there wondering
About the heming in the hawing
And the lightning and thunder
And I'd only ever seen it in screenshots of the
Old man going postal
So I made an account
On truth social

I saw AI tits and tantrums and fits
I got a digital hit of Ivermectin
I saw a meme of the king in the arms of Jesus
I'll admit it was a strange direction
All caps, no breaks, and some real hot takes
And they really only like the whites
It was a Christ is king, I got a big dingling
We're going to blow you up with all our might

Misinterpreted verses in cursive
Dispersed upon memes made an MS paint
It was a Mitchellin
It was a gourmet blend of cornucopia of Christian hate
Now I don't need more proof
I can't handle the truth
I got all that I need from my toes to my tooth
I've been to X and I've been the threads
This was a cyber senior care of empty threats

If your first 50 years is spent without a computer
Then the internet's going to melt your brain, my duder
Make a bargain and let me save you from the peril
You get off of the truth
I'll take you out to Cracker Barrel