"White is black,"
Yaks the crazed White House lack-
ey, till the day.
He'll be sent away.

So, go,
Your time's past due.

Alberto lie-ie-ied to me and you.

If he had his way,
Press would go away.
Instead he will grin
And rev up the spin.

So, blow,
Your time's past due.

Alberto lie-ie-ies till face is blue.

This lame los-
er came to abuse
Truth; before long,
Wow! He's tellin' me
That he, pissant pygmy,
Ain't done nothin' wrong.

"Good is bad";
As if Orwell had
This guy in mind
For each Newspeak line.

So, go.

His time is due;
He's lie-ie-ied so long…all he can do.

Such bad news;
Even rabid crews
Say he must be gone.
They can see that he's
A liability
For them and their spawn.

"White is black,"
Yaks the crazed White House jack-
off who will say
Straightfaced, "Night is day"

So, blow

What can he do?
Alberto lie-ie-ies to me and you.
He's lied so long, he can't tell false from true.