The blame game.

Worthless, worthless, so worthless
Batshit and surly, so mirthless.
He’ll crow absurd jests:
word mess.

He’s got feckless toadies, a pandemic of shame.
They’re wretched refuse, sleazy slime.
What of the US became?
It’s a pestilence of names
that I’m ready now to share.
These weasels? What the F?!
How did they get in here?
Most of them say, “D’oh! when they speak.
On the wall of shame,
they’re bananas and naught they know,
except for how they can gain,
get on the gravy train.
There’s a sleaze, lying ’ho,
who, on a good day, is a bane…
heads the gang of crime.
It’s time for some of the names
to do some hard time.

’vanka, ’vanka, d’oh!! wants ’er,
so glad to slam ’er though daughter.
Creep guy’s hot thoughts: her!
Rod’s stirred.

Mike P.’s, Mike P.’s—don’t like these:
fat slob, faux Christian; shoot lies breeze
Please take a hike? Please!!
Mike P.’s

Rudy, Rudy’s ho’ duty:
scramble stories to they’re truth-free.
Name should be Ghoulie-harmy.

Ben, Ben, no yen,
narcoleptic with no ken,
Sleeps 10:00 to 10:00,
Ben.

Drecky Betsy could get free
reign [sic] because, sadly, Trump’s vet-free.
Seeking heads empty,
drecky.

Kushner, Kushner, a crook scourge,
Every move he makes, a crook’s urge
There’ll be no crook purge…
crook splurge.

Donnie spawns the “Not on me
does blame fall for this shot country.
Who’s never wrong? Me!”
Wrong’s he.

He’s a first-place deflector that never takes blame,
tops the gross-men hall of shame.
Guy’s job: rob, con for the mob
in Red Square, home of the mob head.
They’re very, very, very, very scary!
And they’ve got fool tools, like that con Larry.*

A vicious little dick:
Mick’s well known shtik:
rancid and nasty-prone prick.
Like Trumps ’hole clique:
sick!

Names of shame.


*Kudlow