We all know George Clooney is a virtue-signaling dumbass who’s struggled for years with stick-up-butt syndrome (see Dear George Clooney: You Prejudiced, Pompous, Dumbass… and George Clooney Previews Oscars 2017 with an Attack on Trump). Georgey boy constantly looks for new ways to gain attention as his face ages to resemble his wrinkled buttocks.
Poetry was already in bad shape before Clooney decided to finish it off, but now Clooney has killed it. He penned a poem about the #TakeTheKnee protests. Because that’s what the movement needed, a poem.
Dang it, George. If you’re going to attempt poetry, at least start with beginner level rhymes. Or meter. Meaning. Perhaps not starting every single line with “I”? Ideas, just ideas.
Here’s another swell idea: stick to what you know best. As in stick to the script. As in let people far smarter than you write your words for you. Because when you try flying solo, you crash your own mental plane into the air traffic control tower. Wave off, George. Wave off.
Also, not to be a dingbat here, but who thinks George actually prays? I hate to “Christiansplain” but I have a hard time swallowing that seven pound pill. *Holds up cross and slowly backs away*
But if George wants to start praying, maybe put in a request to The Big Guy for the wisdom of when to speak, and when to shut his squawk box.
Celebrities can’t stop blurting out idiotic words. Maybe it’s Tourettes. Or maybe it’s just basic stupidity.
Co-written by Nichole Cooper and Courtney Kirchoff