Homicide

Your endless lies continue in their outward flow
With huge waves of hate from your hell below
Gallant ration from your heart from former years
Below the lies you spread now suddenly appears
The Oval Office where your voted boy first won his fame
Clutching closely to the head of that Monica dame
Respect for women was his way, on her knees she barged
Blowing forth as you, on he sat and then discharged

Ahh, but John did use the word of cunt they say
And it is worse than a suck or too along the way
From an underling child, a granddaughter no doubt
As long as it is done in her forced open mouth
The act of rape means nothing to those who hate
Words of evil, felonies of the mind make us irate
Rape by our friends means nothing to our side
But that word “cunt’ makes us want to homicide