Hamlet and now Poetry with 2 new stanzas
I need to know if this new stanza is too harsh
Prostrating herself to right winger Scaife
Trolloped & Dolled up, like a born again waifey
Ignoring the blood that still wet his hands
of funding the review of Bill’s one night stands
Is this too Harsh or does it sum it up perfectly?
Poem below the fold
One hundred and nine million wasn't enough cash
Bill sent out Hillary, pompous and brash
To tell the country, she's just like us
while they hid their loot in an offshore Trust
She'd prove she had what it took
By cheating and lying and acting the crook
Make believe snipers, and crying on cue
Pretending she's just like me and you
Fetes at Bellagio’s palatial suites
Dinners for donors at $10,000 a seat
She's like us, a real working class gal
Minus the class, and being your pal
Burning through money like there's a hole in her skirt
Running her campaign straight to the dirt
Blowing her money on a guy named Penn
who wouldn't even last until the end
A good idea said Penn in his suit
I'll trade U.S. jobs for Venezuelan fruit
I'll sell it back to you cheaper and cheaper
while putting you in debt deeper and deeper.
Bill said, Pay no attention to four dollar gas
A Black preacher got a case of the ass
After a life time of Serving
He went and said something unnerving
Prostrating herself to right winger Scaife
Trolloped & Dolled up, like a born again waifey
Ignoring the blood that still wet his hands
of funding the review of Bill’s one night stands
But the charges didn't stick like they should
Brushed off his shoulders like a man would
As one not bothered to play in the mud
Erudite and polished his ground he stood
So down and out Hillary made a new plan
Sleazy, Unseemly, but with it she ran
The campaign was bleeding red ink
When she attacked with her "kitchen sink"
But sinks are used to clean up a mess
And watching the fracas I have to confess
It was no sink that Hillary threw
it was a toilet, laden with pooh.
After Voting troops to the wrong mission
In order to accomplish her blind ambition
She now speaks and seeks the right
To obliterating Persians, all day and night
"For the good of the Party" be damned
Even with no Cash on hand
She lit the fire to make that black man burn,
rather than let Him steal her turn.
All the while Supers sit on the fence
wondering if they should give their 2 cents
Hillary continues to drive the wedge
giving a free pass to McCain instead.
you really don't need to know more
Than two plus two is all ways four
Obama leads no matter the format
Regardless of how she wants to divide that
While Super delegates sit on their ass
Wondering how they'll make their cash
By jumping in and stopping the fray
Here's to helping them make it today
Compliments to Bryker, who inspired Scaife’s stanza