Shall I malign thee in a rambling speech?
What the heck, I’m bein’ amply paid.
I’ll suck thy good intentions like a leech
‘til even your own grandma is afraid.
I’ll tell them you’re an out of touch elite.
I’ll hint that you might possible be gay.
The crowd will pray to God for your defeat
While hangin’ on each sland’rous word I say.
I’ll haul a kid or two up on the stage
To show the folks I love to clean and cook.
And just to crank yer Commie, liberal rage.
I’ll quote some lines from my ghostwritten book.
I’m always gonna win this wicked game
‘cause you’ve still got one tiny ounce of shame.