Everyone Has Pom Poms

loud exuberant cheering the hats are on everyone has pompoms every time their god opens his mouth they go nuts shades of Hitler they are so loud none can hear what he says he makes all kinds of claims mostly lies they hear him not so proud, puffed up loving his pompous attitude and his big stupid grin he could be talking about snake oil salesmen or the merits of new feminine products the crowd is frenzied his fervent admirers cheering every time he tries to utter a sentence he is more and more puffed up they adore me he thinks I can say anything And he is right.