Dippy as the dim son "reborn,"
He is called Don.

Don,
Go away, you are such bad news.
Go, Don!
Kept on by one as nuts as you.
Hangs on
To fools like you.
Think?
No, you've brain atrophy.
Sink
In the quagmire do we.
Some think there might be a future
If of you we were free,
Free-ee.

Don, go away,
And please make haste.
The generals know
That you're a head case.
Don, go away,
Please go away.
Crazy old guy,
Head in a dark place.

Don,
Nearly each move you've made's been wrong.
Churlish rants
Sound like cant from a madman's song.
Each time you say
A "Golly gee!"
You know that we sink
Further in every day.
Drink
The Kool-Aid and then bray.
Your link to the reality
Blocked by blind fealty.
"Gee-ee!"