There was once a young ginger named Chuck
Who could not tell journalism from muck
But a mysterious poop
Was a hilarious scoop
And a perfect metaphor for this schmuck
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This guy has turned into the social media version of the Doughy Pantload.
There once was a post that was first
Ruminations spewed forth in a burst
It stood out as lame
Demonstrating his shame
For people to see at his worst
I’m not cool enough to know who you are talking about. I might be cool enough to not care, however.
There then was a post that was third
Lamenting the hush of his bird
To see that was wrought
And righteously fraught
With angst that belied his word.
There is a group from the left
Whom think their posts have some heft
But upon real inspection
And deep genuflection
You’re an ugly victim of time theft