I heard the Cruz today. No joy
Big mouth, no donkey fan, yet brayed and brayed
Smoke blown from Cruz was blather-sad
Smelled like gusts of ass gas
Like rotten moldy trash
He blew it mindlessly and hard
No one took notice, it was quite deranged
Great crowds of people spurned stooge fare
They’d heard this prate before
Only thing that’s really sure
It’s he’s just this, a mouthy bore

It was a flim-flam day, so ploy
The kibitz, smarmy, gab of putz don’t soar
Great crowds of people turned away
And I just had to puke
Having heard this kook
I love to turn him off

Smoke up, large mouth of Ted
Gabbed a drone that prompted dread
Lout cries, brays, snout blares, who’d drink a cup
Of Kool-Aid sup from grotesque guy who grates?
Out his throat fat gab flies fast
Made most up as seconds passed
Outsized brain upstairs from grandstand bloat
Pudgebody toad that night, sent in a bad dream

Blah-blah-blah-blah………………………………………

I heard the Cruz today, dough/D’oh! boy
More out-there drones, dick rants on Earth down here
Troll lacks control of blather-bawl
Bray-hack of boundless squall
Now we know this zany ’hole’s a snake who’s ill and palls the Halls
I’d love to turn him out

(21 hours of relentless, incoherent, self-aggrandizing babble)