Pile

Pile onto Jack 'off's patron,
Smile and excoriate 'im.
Den, there's a clown who let guy go for fry.
He'll try wiles, and you'll hear his "sorrow"
While he attempts to borrow
Time until the next election (whew!) is through.

Slight ain't this waist of fatness,
Snide is his face, a rat nest
Of righteous sneers; he confirms all my fears:
That it's slime who're for office vying,
Riled am I by their lying,
Few of them ever go to trial;
That's why I pile

On this slime, and there's no denying,
These rhymes can become trying,
So I'll cease my screeds for a while,
Right after "'Phile."



'Phile

'Phile, he was on the make 'n'
Smiled with desire to break in
To tease-him mounds on teen guys, that's his prize.
Pedophile, he'd just love to burrow
Miles into each young furrow
He'd breach honey buns; tykes he won't eschew--

Blight in this place of madness.
Hyde's* from the space where fat mess
Den Menace sneers, shedding crocodile tears.
He's the slime who will keep on lying--
'Phile?! He'll go on denying
That he knew all about his vile
Sick pedophile.

It's a crime, there is no denying,
Time to sort out the lying
And find in fat man from Ill.'s file,
He knew of 'phile.


*representative from Illinois' 6th district; Hastert's the bag man for the 14th