Here's one for all of you.

[leftofthedial]

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

[greyl]

1. @U

[Bolo Boffin]

2. Hmm.

http://forums.randi.org/showpost.php?p=3719378&postcount=338

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray September mornin'
A poor little CT thread is born
In the ghetto
And the movement cries
'cause it's hard to be a mindless chump
with another empty thread to bump
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the thread needs a helping hand
or it'll drop down the memory hole some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too smart to see,
do we recognize answers
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a silly little thread with a lack of facts
drops down as the principal quote retracts
In the ghetto

And its bias confirms
so it starts to move goalposts at night
and it appeals to fear
and it learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
the theory breaks away
It chases a camera, shouts and screams,
and gets fifty hits on the YouTube streams

And the movement cries
As a crowd derides the clueless kids
who walk right past where logic forbids
In the ghetto

As illusion dies,
on a cold and gray September mornin',
another little CT thread is born
In the ghetto