The Hag Hillary is at it again, 
with her hypocritical demented spin.
The woman's confused, out of her mind,
the truth is something to which she is blind.
She's out to get Trump, for what she's done,
in her dance with the truth, everything's spun.
The Hag isn't honest, she doesn't care,
her quest is getting the Donald out of her hair.
As her lies get bigger the smaller she looks,
it's all covering her a*s, cooking the books.
There isn't anything the Hag wouldn't do,
she poisons the world with her witches brew.
She's come out of hiding, with a new face,
self deluded as usual with no saving grace.
Suddenly she pops up on MSNBC or CNN,
ready with more lies attacking the Donald again.
Everyone's thinking, can't this witch go away,
crawl back under her rock for forever and a day.
We've all had enough of her constant harping,
her baseless aspersions and pettya*s carping.
It's time to stay home and torment Wild Bill,
he can appreciate her nagging harpy skills.
We've all had enough, give us a needed reprieve,
there's nothing you claim that anyone can believe.
There's nothing worse than a bitter old witch,
another democrat grifter of the new nouveau-rich.
Kick back on your laurels it's time to quit carrying on.
your fifteen minutes of fame is over and gone.
D.L. Crockett -- 11/11/23