Pelf sluts blowing [smoke] while the land’s on fire,
jackoff idjits, bagman ho’s,
stool-rimed aholes seeping dung in the mire,
yet folks mess up and send them votes.

Everybody knows these turkeys have some missing lobes;
gelt’s most pleasin’ to this blight.
Minus thoughts, filled with lies, galling schmoes,
Hill slime, retards, stooge creeps to fight.

They know the swagman’s on his way;
he’s bringing lots of toys and goodies—it’s payday!
And every mother’s pile is gonna rise.
They leech; our pain’s clear. . .“let ’em eat cake”-type guys.

They go for offerings in big-bills ways;
the bills they write ain’t for me, you.
All ho’s for big bread, money slime, monkey brays.
Scary gypper goon crew.