On The Condition Of His Anonymity

Once a seemingly podunk liar whose soul
Wept not for the babies he murdered yonder
Too concerned with his hate, his life as a whole
The result of which he refused to ponder

One day he read about the word called “cunt”
“Disgraceful,” he yelled at the top of his voice
How dare a man use such a word so blunt
He is worse than a rapist who lies by choice

This podunk liar whimpered and yelled
About the word he heard from one he opposed
“This man is a disgrace and must be felled”
He said as his slong to a little boy exposed

 
Using feelings as evil as the dirtiest in life
Doing little boys for whom he'd always adore
This podunk who was using the boy as a wife
Thought nothing of this act as he did the chore
 
One day the truth will hit this self-righteous queen
And take him across this path where he’ll see
Astonishment by the truth up until then unseen
On the condition of his anonymity