Barbara, your husband is gay (interlude)

You hone in on every sin except
The ones in your control
But Barbara we both know
That's not how Jesus rolls
You're yelling at other peoples' kids
In the comments section freaking out
But Barbara do you know
Where your kids are right now
You spend every waking hour
On your laptop playing God
But Barbara oh Barbara
Even God thinks this is odd
You spend so much time on Facebook
You can't see what's in your face
If you came up for air
And took a rage break from the hate
You might notice that your husband's
Been out with the boys for days
Don't worry Barbara I'm sure he isn't gay