Original Poem – Tin Foil hats and ‘those people’
My tin foil hat, it has three corners.
Three corners has my hat.
If it did not have three corners,
It would not be my hat.
My hat it is there to protect me,
from what is there to inflict me.
Inflict me from where I do not know,
Inflict me from ‘those people’ you know.
Those people do this -
and those people do that.
Those people prepare to,
boil me in a vat.
But when I stare out from beneath my hat,
I find those people are never in sight.
The system, it seems, is giving me such fright,
It needs to change so I can sleep through the night.
Sung somewhat to the tune of: Mein hut, der hat drei ecken
Just a bit of a silly poem! Thanks for reading. I always value your support and comments. The pictures were taken by me with my Galaxy S9+. The video is not my work, the other text and graphics copyright 10/10/2018 Lightsplasher & Litesplasher.