Maybe the secret plot
Is hitting us with a barrage
Of absurd, bias reporting
That we get so bored with noting
How un-news-like Fox News is.
That we’ll just give up
Pointing out the obvious.
The faithful will be free
To go on their merry right way
Finding moral objection
To anything they fear
Outside their comfort zones
And all move to some southern state
And erect a giant barrio around it
After all the sane people give up and leave.
They can all eat bland food
With very little spices
After Tex-Mex is outlawed as
An unsavory foreign influence
And they will all be happy
To return to the good old days
And pick their own crops
While a gentle breeze blows
The pleasant fragrance of insecticide
Wafting over the land.
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