Based on a letter by Dick Morris
Bill and Hillary love the poor.
I hate them
I am poor.
They are rich.
It’s easy to look down and kiss
In law school Hillary wanted to be a Black Panther.
She figured she’d get over her self-hate
If she identified with killers.
She was like the future Tarantino—
A mouse that doesn’t road,
A rat that complains.
She interned with the Communist Party,
She flunked the DC bar and
Couldn’t find a flunky lawyer job.
Now she wants to be the rule of the rule of law,
Slick Bill got her a job at U. of Arkansas
And at the Rose Law Firm.
She was no rose.
She became a thorn in our sides.
A chip off her husband’s block,
She takes credit for forming Children’s Health Insurance
But did nothing.
She traveled the world because Bill didn’t want
Her at home.
She did nothing substantive except look the other
Way when Bill was in the oval office with Monica.
Hillary put on pantsuits to hide her age.
They were not the rage.
She looked like a page.
As for the war on terror,
She is terrible,
Like Obama she leaves us in trauma.
She wants to close GITMO.
Like terrorists deserve a break when American
Thieves live like bees in cells,
She doesn’t want to listen in to Al Qaeda phone calls
Because she might hear Arabs laughing at her.
And why not grant enemy combatants constitutional rights.
She wants no monitoring of money transfers
Between Al Qaeda cells
And supporters in the USA.
No harsh interrogation even if it will save lives.
Yeah, Hillary is just swell.
Which circle will she reside in hell?
The tenth, maybe.
Dante would get sick having to invent her.