MJ sat before the law’s keen eye,

Her tales as grand as the clear blue sky.

They asked of trolls and fake news schemes,

She spun a yarn of hurtful memes.

“Oh, sir, I’m bullied, can’t you see?

These bloggers all pick on poor little me!”

But one wise lawmaker, sharp and spry,

Said, “Aren’t you the bully? My, oh my!”

She gasped, she paused, she tossed her hair,

“I stand for good—I swear, I swear!”

Yet, each time she tried to shift the blame,

The truth jumped out and spoke her name.

For words, once loosed, can’t be undone,

And twisting facts is never fun.

The fish, they say, gets caught, no doubt

By none but its own blabbering mouth!