My mind is on Hillary, my stomach's upset.
She thirsts for power, a thirst she must whet.
She's a venomous viper, poised, ready to strike.
I see a predator, a backbiting, murderous shrike
I see a minion of Lucifer with ungodly ambition.
Satisfying her greedy desire her sole intention.
She will say and do anything, to get what she's after.
Giving us chills with her cackling, witchy laughter.
Her pantsuits are horrid, they reek of old ass.
Her voice is as shrill as nails scratching on glass.
Her guilt is the last thing she will ever accept.
At spinning lies of her enemies, she is adept.
Bill's out of the picture, no one knows why.
Perhaps Bill just can't compete with Hillary's lies.
Hillary isn't concerned,  what pundits might say.
MSM's fake news, will always spin things her way.
Brandon is Senile, Hillary is a prickly old teazel.
As slick and conniving as a nasty old weasel.
I thought her day was done, she'd been put to rest.
Now she's returned like some cyclical pest.
I'm not much for wishing but I'll make one today.
Hillary, Hillary, do us a favor and just go away.
Back away from the children, quit drinking blood.
You will never be president you pandering pud.
Return to that nest you have feathered so well.
Wait for your master to come drag you to Hell.
D.L. Crockett -- 2/20/22