Nancy … Nancy … Nancy …
There are no clinics for cynics Just critics who like to visit
These civic duties are gimmicks No human should ever mimic.
They are prolific, acidic, each minute they pivot
They ape as being gifted, terrific, but their spirits are wicked
Do they have sufficient logistics, or disingenuous statistics?
Or fathomed characteristics, of those pessimistic
They preach as optimistic, to further their position.
You think their way is sufficient, it is far from sufficient.
It’s one thing to be ambitious, but at least be consistent
Perhaps persistence, insistence, at the least be specific
But if your predisposition, has no credible witness
Then, can we be realistic, that the facts were omitted.
You have Munchausen syndrome, a thousand lies that were told
You brought the crowds, the new and old, cloud their minds with control
Such ceaseless spouting is morose. We’re drowning and you condone
You razed the House and your home, and I’m doubting you’ll atone
You’re so somber, so serious?!? An author, delirious.
These words are doctored, insidious, unmet by most criterions.
News, Ha! You’ve conquered media and contoured materials
You’ve reformed the imperials, put more in Siberia.
I’ve pondered if you’re invidious, your honor is spurious,
My bother is contrarious, yet you squander experience
Your views are usurious, but what I find very curious,
How you say you’re quite serious, but you sound so delirious
Deception is passed as expense, with the inception commenced
While defending partisan nonsense, the inception progressed
Redemption lays out the success, while dissecting a caucus
with attention spans so immense, we all feel you are pompous
This aggression isn’t honest, not to mention obnoxious
thin perceptions of a novice, but the tension fills pockets
That’s it! I get it, check boxes, the unvetted stay lawless
The Iranis are flawless, like daisies in August.
Hypocrites malign and they chide, and depict it as pride
Nihilists destroy and abide, as addicts near fratricide
Counterfeit to the core they ride, submitting to suicide
While demons befit the countryside, with wit unqualified.
How quick they commit to confide, but throw a fit when denied
notions contradict all their lies, ones that fit all their guys.
Lies beget lies with eyes open wide, the truth is out, down the poles they slide
When you ripped the speech it just amplified, that we can no longer dignify.
It’s no surprise you’re a zealot, you can’t deny the devil yet
Want to advise about Heaven, but despise and blemish
The skies are high like your melon, your allies rebellious
Taking benzos to your helmet, they surmise in your telling
The tempest will rise in that hellcat, which implies this pandemic,
is an enterprise of your effort, you’ve lionized and embellished
Now the world knows that you’re jealous, each shredded page makes you selfish
The accolades from this relic, should be cuffs like a felon.
Sad that you knew of this rebellion, deep in the cracks you saw the venom,
Even though the whiskey beckons, you knew this was Armageddon
You knew that Schiff couldn’t sell it, And AOC was a dilettante
That Warren was a sycophant, and Bernie’s plan wasn’t relevant
Yet you were looking so ambivalent, unsure who was your new instrument
You ripped the script to implement, your defiance and your insolence.
Now you tout it like you meant it, that you’re the reason politics ended
That lines in the sand were indented, never to be crossed or assented
Where did old Nancy go, the snake charmer, gin-soaked mug, her insides no warmer
Cannon fodder for those true reporters, such childlike antics, of a sideshow performer
I loathe her views, her lack of all armor, letting zealots push their sick views forward
Her grasp of life grows shorter and shorter, some call it chaos, she calls it order.
We sit now at this carrefour, where Trump is now coroner
Your side is rooted in disorder; time of death, please someone inform her.
Those few left, your real supporters, devoured by AOC and her crazy horrors.
Here comes Bernie, it’s something you conjured, how’s it feel to be left in the corner?
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