THE MOON IS MADE OF CHEESE

I never have been good with words

I'd rather talk in numbers

You convey confusion

And you've made the masses wonder

And you can say I'm out of whack

But unlike you I've learned my math

And all your calculations crack

They're just a heap of gibberish

Please allow me to explain

It's all arithmetic

Your ideas are dated

And they've made the world chaotic

And you can say I've lost my mind

But I'm at the peak of my prime

So stop bumbling and wasting time

You just keep speaking gibberish