Delusion Bubble

I recently suffered three weeks of insults from various persons on a friends Facebook thread because I stated my conviction that the World Trade Center buildings were brought down by controlled demolition, not office fire, as the official story insists. I challenged the insulter(s) to produce evident that debunked the forensic evidence produce by Architect & Engineers for 911 Truth. Their insistence that it has already been debunked, without providing any evidence of said debunking, and their subsequent gamma behavior inspired me to poetry.

My delusion bubble

Frees me from the trouble

Of having to think on my own

I hold safe positions

On spoon fed renditions

Real facts, I hardly know

Nor do I really care

To see facts, if they are there

I’ve made up my mind long ago

To bravely embrace

The most unlikely case

Presented by the status quo

When challenged, I laugh

And dismiss them as daft

I don’t bother to rebut their claims

I’m gamma, you see

No one’s smarter than me

I’m not duped by their evidence games

They present analysis

My brain has paralysis

But my mouth, it works overtime

Spouting much nonsense

Making silly pretense

Of knowledge; I know, it’s sublime

Their assertions, ignore them

With memes I will bore them

Uninformed, I will dwell in the dark

I’ll laugh as they wince

While I deftly convince

Them, I ‘m rightfully the queen of snark

I eschew competition

I know my position

I sit at the top of the heap

(No pretty girls there

It’s really not fair

That they seem to find me a creep)

Though I may seem bested

By their efforts invested

I most certainly will double down

With emojis I’ll slay them

With giggles, filet them

Show everyone I’m not the clown

I’ll continue to scoff

A verbal Molotov

Cocktail, that’s what’s in store

Though I’ve been assailed

By their facts, they have failed

I am gamma, come hear me roar