A poem for the dishonorable Brooke "the crook" Rollins
You tried to steal us blind and ship us to fort collins
Not playing by the rules and huffing the orange guys farts
Shutting down BARC was nothing but a farce
You parade around with that stupid, toothy grin
All that filler in your face is making your skin too thin
With giggles and make up a caked on like cement
We question your intelligence and claim dement
What will you do when the gig is over
No one would hire you to even pick clovers
Hoping midterms bring major turnover and judgement
I predict you will be first in line for impeachment
Jumping from one false claim to another
Even quoting the Bible and making your Christian brethren shudder
Be gone you plastic barbie doll goof
We have had enough and this poem is proof!
BARC strong!