Mrs. Glitch

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You're a mean one, Mrs. Glitch
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
And as warming as cold steel,
Mrs. Glitch!
You work for Obama,
With us under your heel!

You're a monster, Mrs. Glitch!
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your plan is full of glitches.
You've rationing in your soul,
Mrs. Glitch!
Where did they find you
Was it in an uncovered sewer hole?

You're a vile one, Mrs. Glitch!
You've death panels in your hiss.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of the rapid IRS,
Mrs. Glitch!
Given a choice between the two of you,
I'd take Adolf Hitler's SS.

You're a foul one, Mrs. Glitch!
You're a nasty, liberal skank!
Your heart is full of Marxist crap.
Your soul would gag a skunk,
Mrs. Glitch!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, skank, slut!"

You're a rotter, Mrs. Glitch!
You're the Queen of sinful plots!
Your heart's like Nan Pelosi,
Pumping this moldy, greenish snot,
Mrs. Glitch!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of Planned Parenthood castoff abortions,
And seniors in cemetary plots!

You nauseate us, Mrs. Glitch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked liberal lackey,
And you have a crooked boss,
Mrs. Glitch!
You're a death panel rub out
And dark evil witch,
Who's hiding the cost