They are a rankling set…make us unhappy,
unhappy each time that they drone.
They’re hard on the ears and on the optics…
as if from one lump of sh!t they’re cloned.

Dicks braying loudly day after day;
most all deserve the “weasel” sobriquet.
Worst is, they won’t go away,
horrid politics flunkies.

Completely outré are these politics flunkies—
will not shut up as more fibs they keen.
They do nothing for us and up their wages.
In races for office, more of these wretches seen.

They’ve got shotgun rap; some claim Pentecostal whims,
hypocritical fakes for the TV view.
And on the other hand are lib’rals who claim they stand
with the common man after they’ve shaken hands with a few.

All will lie: they’re your greatest friends.
Eating high cuisine, your substantial tithes they spend.
These clowns are whores we send
off to pork us in D.C.

Completely outré are these politics skunkies…
will not shut up; more bullsh!t they keen.
Some of them have tried to hit on the pages,
then pay off to keep sleazy ways from being seen.

Dicks lying loudly, a “turd parfait”…
one way they got this fecal sobriquet.
Worst is, they won’t go away,
horrid politics flunkies.

Completely outré are these politics flunkies…
will not shut up; more bullsh!t they keen.
They do nothing for us and up their wages.
Stuff faces and pockets with the taxpayers’ green.