MITTSTER, NEWTSTER, SANCSTER,
Sun, 05 Feb 2012 01:02:11
MITTSTER, NEWTSTER, SANCSTER
Mitt's been anointed at last.
The problems he'll face will be vast.
There's all of the pain,
That he worked up at Bain,
And the taxes he dodged in the past.
The Newtster’s a poisonous toad,
With a grab bag of shit to unload.
There’s no snake in his trouser,
Just a crude rabble rouser;
Anytime now, that pig will explode.
Santorum would make Jesus weep.
There's no feelings at all in that creep.
He tells Moms with sick babies,
Cancer, measles, mumps, scabies,
To throw gold on the pill pusher's heap.