Sharron Angle. . . .
She’s an a$$hole to me.

Sharron Angle clown is running
To replace that bunny putz Harry,
Whores in a state where folks do prostitution legally.
Sharron Angle, what a dumb sh!t;
She’s got nothing in her head, there’s zip
’cause she doesn’t even know her ghost-writ script.
Sharron Angle, who would want her?
Perhaps the sunbaked whose brains are fried
Or might have turned to Jello,
All the gray matter died.

Is she sentient? Senselessness is her way,
Queen of idiocy,
Endowed stupidity.
Loves to fellate those who think that the state
Is Jesus incarnate. . .
The blather of a strait-jacket denizen,
What a numb sh!t.
Hear her pray for a theocracy.
If they let her in D.C.,
Bachman like Einstein will be.

Is she senseless? Is the Pope’s head down weighed
By hat hilarity?
It’s just rhetorically
I propagate the question where I state
What most know: that her fate
Is not to cerebrate.
’cause Sharron Angle is a dumb sh!t;
She’s got nothing in her head, there’s zip:
You can tell that any time she moves her lips.
Sharron Angle, who would want her?
Perhaps those outside too much, brains fried
Under desert sun that burns yellow,
All the gray matter died.

Sharron Angle. . . .
She’s an a$$hole, truly.