Into the innermost it goes
The gossip of the wicked
Like a perverted dainty morsel
Into they core-mind of the stupid
Lips of poison drip galore
That deceitful tale but it feels so good
To the earthly ear that is
And the blind anti-men
Murdering the truth over & over
Yet she is eternally resurrected
Through the mouth of her prophets
Risking the ridicule of men
And masterfully bearing the shame
Turn off that fake-news man!
By Ashkan Jafarpisheh – August 2020