Tarts spreadin’ fake news: Fox leading the way…
not the only ones starting this—
truth not, truth not.
These vacuous crews have nothing to say
that’s true, through lips that fart amiss
truth not—truth shot.

They dole out fake crap, a bullsh*t spree, really deep.
These slime are king of the ill….
schlock with each peep.

These fibber clowns spew
hellish phony brays.
Nothing but sham “news” barked by twits.
There’s no truth sought.
All day they make up fare and take it on the air.
That’s all they do:
truth-not stooge lot.

Truth not. Truth’s shot.
They dole out fake crap, a bullsh*t spree, really deep.
These slime are lazy-slug bums, so full of sh*t…
kings of the swill, making junk up.

These kiss-the-browns queue,
knelt to homage-pay.
Bussing the fragrant gland where farts emit:
the hole, poo slot.
When they are way down there
they take in that great-mounds fare.
That’s what they do:
Stooge lot, douche-wrought.
Yuge twats!