Bounder
Like a fanciful assumption
Like bad logic that’s a wheel
Never ending, no abating
On increasing spinning spiel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Roll the egos of buffoons
Like a carousel of madness
Standing howling at the moon
Like a clock whose hands stopped turning
Once they saw Bob’s ugly face
And the theory like an onion
Layered endlessly in space
Like the fantasies they find
In the windmills of Bob’s mind Logic twisted like a vortex
Down the rabbit holes of loam
These bad theories are so hollow
Where the truth light never shone
Like a parrot that keeps memeing
In its bird-brain little head
“HIV is deadly mortal
And you‘ll very soon be dead”
Like a clock whose hands stopped turning
Once they saw Bob’s ugly face
And the theory like an onion
Layered endlessly in space
Like the fantasies you find
In the windmills of Bob’s mind
Cash that jangles in Bob’s pocket
Deaths of such insanity
Why the theory caught so quickly
When it was mendacity
Liars walk among the famous
And leave marks in history
Is the sound of four dark horsemen
Making Bob so jittery?
Bodies littering his conscience
But his conscience did a bunk
Unremembered nameless faces
And he doesn‘t give a funk
One day when this is over
And the world becomes aware
Human history won‘t forgive him
As he dangles in the air (from the Gallo’s)
Like a fanciful assumption
Like bad logic that’s a wheel
Never ending, no abating
On increasing spinning spiel
As the truth must soon unwind
Like the fantasies they find
In the windmills of Bob’s mind
