We’ve few tests, so few tests
that will purge two evil pests—
one’s the virus on a rampage spree.
The other heads a nest
of crooks, morons—a scourge…
only solution’s to purge
these jerkoffs, craven and vicious;
surely seems that death they wish us.

These nitwits leave to chance
our survival; lying rants
from the pest making our land a toxic mess.
Sleaze mad fool tweets all day,
and he fiddles lives away.
Everywhere, death; he don’t care.
Everyone gets a test, he brays.
But so few are prepared…
just another lie he’s aired
When you got a fool that’s reigning,
there’ll be no virus containing.
As folks fell very sick,
we’re stuck with the hell-sent dick.

This rabid cur, I’m pretty sure, is Satan’s/Putin’s pet.
He sits there on his ass—
few tests, so people pass.
Any toddler could have guessed
that we’d be f*cked without tests.
But the pest ain’t the best. What a mess!

Life you might be losing;
his “Abbey” brain is snoozing…
an ahole whose main role is to play cons.
But for anything else he is useless
(with the result: we have so few tests),
except for siring criminal spawn.
Rest of the world must think:
under him, we must sink
as they watch him fiddle, diddle, fib…do nil.
They’re too much grief, these leadership hassles…
flabby, fat, and lazy.
With each day, things get more crazy.

So, two pests, there’s two pests,
and for one there are few tests.
For his core he is a whore.
They’re filling filthy lucre chests.
They f*ck up the country
as they’re grubbing for money—
all the while in bed with Putin,
both driving US to ruin.

Damage to date: a lot;
he is a harm-causing twat.
Is it incompetence, or a traitor quest?
What else bad can he do?
Need just wait a day or two.
Ruin-us pest. Where’s the tests
for the pest…other pest.

“Human” pest brings few tests.
Feeling tightness in your chests?
Sadly clear: There’s hardly any testing here.
Up he has messed
many weeks without cease
numbers of deceased increase.
The damnable blight’s still growing,
but few tests are getting going.

There’s remorse by the ton,
coming from near all but one,
who by only adulation is impressed.
Mad mutt’s stuck in a tweet rut
as body count heats up.

When this pest
is egressed,
we’ll be blessed.