It's plain to see,
The way you bully me,
Just ain't right.
Come out of the dark,
And, turn on a light,
Or, is you wit too dim,
Your wick too wet...
Too damp to light your lamp?
Are our chances really that slim,
That you can "get" enlightenment,
Figuring out what is meant,
Instead of dishing, dishing, dishing,
Undeserved punishment.
We're hoping, praying... wishing.