He can't be flushed, this non-core turd
Where's a lie we haven't heard?
From his mouth and from his arse
Only lies have ever passed

Truth is smeared with his shit
Stopping all the light of it
Lie and cheat, scheme and twist
Brazen crimes that make a list

Vandal, thug and philistine
Betrayer of all that's fine
Accusing the decent of his crime
While he chokes in racist slime

The cunning scum he calls friends
He's used them all for his ends
A gang of petty thieves and swill
Leaving us to pay their bill

All is corrupted by his touch
He has now defiled so much
That Time itself is in despair
At what it sees it must repair

His many low, contemptuous acts
Are nothing more than devil-pacts
So deeply has he left his mark
So deeply did he make it dark

He thinks he's well and truly won
Weasel with the heart of a Hun
But the home of his petrified soul
Is a black and sunless hole

His life is born of a witch's curse
A liar's fate could not be worse
His sullied name now must remain
Forever with an awful stain

Those he hurt hide their fury
But they in time may be a jury
Time itself will be his judge
He'll be dead and cannot fudge

Much too late to hide his face
Even though he's in disgrace
Guile that lying made so brave
Shame now lying in its grave