Stroking Your Pud

Huge are your ugly, spiteful lies
Would a turd smell as bad if small?
How do you look us in the eyes?
Does the smell of evil for you enthrall?

How do you speak the words of slime
Knowing full-well the slime is wrong?
How do you lie each and every time
You send your emails right along?

You vote for slime like liberal Billy
Then claim your faith is steeped in love.
To all the kids you show your willy
Then curse the one you hate thereof.

The felony rape by your buddy Clinton
Is fine as long as it’s done in silence
No words of hurt for esteem undone
For words are deadly and need defense

You voted for hatred, adultery and crime
While smearing the good with evil crud.
You say you’re righteous with words sublime
Yet here you are stroking your pud.

You’ve spread your lies for twenty some years
With words of slander and nary a shame.
You point your finger with eyes full of tears.
How awful he was to use "cunt" as a name