This time he could not get the court to agree to holding
Up the book we'll see
It did him not a bit of good to threaten and to curse
His blather's empty

Because along came Mary
A lot of people out there kicked in quick, made it their pick
Then the sales upticked steadily
At stopping the book he had failed, he whined and wailed, made protestations
Very fecklessly

Sales of the book bring bucks, a whole bunch
And his empty threats show that he's out to lunch

His rage might fire up the tired acolytes who're sick
His dickishness is on display
Too much his wack charade's been overplayed, he had blown too much smoke
Book's buyers do not stay away

Because along came Mary
They say it hurts, reality, and he lives in a fantasy
World that's a charade game

When you rule by a psychotic hunch
An author might come along and eat your lunch

He'd been suborning night and morning, passing gas
From oral ass, hiring traitors like Barr
Psychotic karmas imbue traumas on
Us, wrongs he's done, the "strongman" scum an alt-rightard

But then author named Mary
Describes the Abby Normal brain in an insane bane that don't drain
The swamp, worse than before
All of his traitor guys tell greater lies, just like him
We're apprised by she whose eyes have seen his core
Which is rotten, and she pulls no punch
Writes, the wretch is nuts, her book sells a whole bunch

Tells that he's nuts
Tells he's a slut
Hell's evil mutt