Donald and Hilary sitting in a tree

One is a liar and one is a pig

If they had a baby we'd name it

Pilgary Trunton

And we'd eat the little bastard

In front of them

Laughing

And

Dancing on its bones

And calling it

Oompah Loompah spawn

From hell

And then we'd take Hilary's horrid outfits

And burn them

And just point and laugh a lot at

Trump's Tiny hands

Until he dies of

Narcissistic

Heart attack syndrome

And rots forever

In the depths of

Eternal

Damnation

K-I-S-S-I-N-G