“Crimson reign!” alkie did jeer,
Blowhard who helped spawn HUAC.
Shouted ire at brainy folk;
Yellow streak ran down his back.
Wretched red-bait goon, this guy,
Loud, with Nean’ brow.
Ah, but war was so much colder then,
With Russia we’re “pals” now.

Fat-man, pregnant blimp, creep, whore,
Twit, clown; all hate he screams.
Lies that life is black and white;
Hole in his skull. . .shite streams.
Gigantic stash of drugs he keeps
Loudmouthed, lumbering cow.
Ah, he says he went cold turkey; then
He’s Dumbo-tubby now.

Girl’s face looks like a horse’s ass;
She’s phony as can be
And mesmerizes dolts and dicks,
A baleful witch is she.
Up there with faux evangelists
In scamming is this sow.
She’s got an Apple fold like most men,
No jugs. It’s hung or Frau?

A self-ordained professing scum,
Not serious, he fools
Louts who don’t realize he
Laughs at them as o’er him they drool.
His “quality,” summed up by “turd,”
Or perhaps “garbage scow.”
This nut riled up Merry Old England--
“Don’t come here,” they said, “now!”

The foregoing man could wear the brand
Of the Fox monkeys who screech,
But this pox take potshots with his enmity
From a city near a beach
And Bay where Giants hit balls that float.
Mutant he, I avow.
But why for this ahole two mentions?
A doubly scummy scow.

One last blowhard pard I’d soon forget,
Ignoble plume of dreck,
A screamer who’s not thinking
’cause there’s nothing ’bove his neck.
Goof who blathers out mindless terms.
Unclear, no doubt he’s plowed

Ah, but I said, “Bye!” to these old “friends.”
I wonder ’bout that now.