Peg inspired me to write a quick poem...
They call it the D.U.
a place of deep dispair.
Hatred swirls around
Satan's earthly lair.
Anyone who is contrary
must be Repuke Fundie
working to make the rapture
happen this very Sunday.
They mock any Christian
who kneels down to pray;
yet, they worship at zero's altar
each and every day.
They claim compassion
for fellow man and land.
If you ever doubt it
here's a picture of a hand.
They say they're not crazy.
That brilliance fills their heads.
Of course this is D.U.
the place full of mental meds.