Trust me when I say it There’s no other way to play it You’re a purentee bigot There’s no other place to lay it You might as well admit it. It’s your shoe and you fit it. I believe in the point and hit it. You are a **** ******* bigot. Now this won’t hurt much, did it?
It was your own tongue and you bit it; Showed the world and all in it That you are nearly an idiot And a race-bating creep along with it. So, instead of swallowing, you spit it. You are a callow and traitorous bigot Who would deny to others in a minute The rights of citizenship along with it. The Liberty Bell? You’ll pit it With the sticks and stones. You did it Every time you parrot a Fox News tidbit As there are little but lies within it. So, there is the door, why not hit it? Because your illness? No one can mend it. It’s a blow to your brain, and within it The lack of anything more than a divot Where your compassion should be if it Had even the tiniest solid rivet. Instead you are a peanut butter widget, Not much more than stuff found in a privet. And not much smarter than a piglet.