Clear Thinking

A melting pot of lies and shite,
Drips out of her pen with all its might,
‘I’m the one who knows it all’,
And tells the reader she thinks you a fool,
A fool not to follow behind like sheep,
Sucking up her bent desire,
To offer up her twisted gospel dressed as truth,
A sermon brewed from spite and fire.
She waves her certainty like a holy sword,
Cuts down nuance with every word,
Declares her view the only light,
While stumbling blind in her own delight.
She cannot see the cracks within,
The fear, the doubt, the creeping din,
So she paints her world in black and white,
Because grey would mean she’s not quite right.
And still she preaches from her perch,
A self made saint of her very own church,
Not knowing every line she writes
Reveals her blinkered creed, not insight.
So let her rant, let her proclaim,
Let her set fire to your name,
For truth stands firm when noise has passed,
And her small storm was never built to last.




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2026-05-17 at 10:31

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