In the realm of vlogs, where truth meets distortion,

Duterte’s disciples spin their tales with no caution.

With blind allegiance, they dance in delight,

As their idol’s antics reach absurd new heights.

They weave their narratives, oh so tight,

Ignoring the contradictions with all their might.

For Duterte can do no wrong in their eyes,

Even when he spreads his web of lies.

From accusing Marcos of sins untold,

To proposing Mindanao’s secession, bold.

They nod in agreement, with fervent applause,

As their hero leads them on with his flawed cause.

How do they sleep at night, you may ask?

With their conscience buried in a flask.

For truth is but a fleeting dream,

In the world of Duterte’s vlogosphere’s gleam.