He shambles, arrogant, And his words strut: “Two and two, Mister Speaker, Make five. The clouds are cotton wool, the moon cheese, And, as my government has shown, The earth is flat, Mister Speaker”. The crowds roar yes. “The scientists, fake newsers, Told us four. And look from the window, all around . . . Just as a pancake”. But others wait, patient, For the one who will come, Verily to say unto us: “Two is one plus one, and Two plus one plus one are four, All through this round, round, earth, Mister Speaker”. Keith Johnson
