Milksop away, thou leaden-footed sneak
Go Priebus, haul ass, get thee far from here
Ass fated to be quickly egressed
I have brought in my loud lout to needle thee
For thee ’tis curtains, low-performing blight
Thy lying was a weak link, and so flee, go
Ye did much harm, thy talk was not too keen
And so thou must flee into tenebrous night
Thou has made puke me, and I'm being kind
Thou shan't put up a fight, snivel not fight
Thou doltish toothless poltroon, come not back
I spurn thee and thou lose, thou hast met thy match
In my latest man who is made and good
In perfect parsed profaning when he speaks
He will kick thine ass, with foot up the hole
The latter shall sustain the injury
It might, foot, be odorous when pulled from site
But weeks elapse ere thou givest a shite
Sharp Anthony will not stab thee in the back
He stabbeth in front, so he is in thy sight
Piss off thou moaning schmoe, be gone from mine eye
Or thou shalt very soon be spying stars
When I smite thee with tiny hands of mine
With yon Sean-The-Gone thou must anon take flight
Neither worshipped me, placed me highest above
And thou knowest I need slavering love
Whereas Anthony will kneel for his role
To make obeisance every day
But his acts shall not be incestual
To the child belong the connatural probes
Hark! Comes Anthony, who doth naught but curse
And at thee methinks, his wording is not meek
And evinceth a murderous eloquence
It is thou he may stab without remorse
Oh, no steel blow…he too went