Paul Ryan, interpreted by pt
Shithole, shitstorm, me in the shitter
I’m the shithead… cause I’m baby’s sitter
“Please sir, I plead… shithole’s ‘unhelpful’
‘Unfortunate’, too, my life’s now more stressful”
Not long ago I was but failing House Speaker
Relegated somehow, to daily louse tweaker
Repeatedly chasing your incendiary words
Trying unsuccessfully to polish your turds
Oh, say can’t you see…I’m just not a leader
The lead in my pencil is trumpy salt peter
I may be a puss, but I’m bold prez massaging
And, almost the equal of Sara’s press dodging
Sometimes at night I’m ashamed I’m a sell out
Dreaming ahead how I might get the hell out
Though imagining a future, no longer your bitch
I’ve made my bed lyin…asleep at your switch