If you Cannot Beat them, Do not Join

The incurable wrath of idiocy

Upset by logic

Or something like it

A dull weapon against

Blank eyed stares

Devoid of crafted thought

But capable of firing

An endless litany of nonsense

And misquoted facts

Told with such certainty

They would stand still

As their sock are set on fire

While stating that flames do not truly exist

And pain is merely an illusion

A mind control device to control the masses

Easily deflected by one with proper mental ability.

What can one poorly clad knight do in the face of such an attack

Armed poorly

By a government, who spent the year's budget entirely on pens

So as to build the world's largest pen tower,

With only the poor armor of an average mind and poor self esteem?

How is one to stand and escape

With neither scratch nor aneurysm?

To walk away is the only way,

To set aside pride, vanity and reason

To leave the idiotic muttering

And return home

Nursing a massive headache.