Is Shea prophetic once again today?
Well, fasting in the desert ain’t his thing.
Self-abnegation’s not a game he’ll play.
He’s never really cared for hunger’s sting.
The imprecations that he loves to sing,
However, seem to please the crowd of cunts
Who follow him. His smugness he will bring
To bear in prose that proves that he’s a dunce—
And, swiftly, far too many mental runts
Will hail his brilliance and his righteousness.
Though warned about false prophets more than once,
They will embrace that fat slob nonetheless.
His wrath is slack. His humor isn’t funny.
Yet still he wins approval. Please send money.