The stinking, fat *** upon which I am sittin' is no sexier than the fat
*** of third term, infant-abortion-loving crazy *** Hillary F. Clinton
whose sapphical love for me's by crotch-grab & touchy/feely hintin'
as I'm war-chapped & ****-blue from slapping her California mitten
while she dabbles in public rest-room-mystery antics on the crapper
into which this Parkinsonian-tremorin' ***** crone is hardily shittin'
I can't bear the weight of a 600-pound chick with my back this way,
so you will have to **** Martha Raye's widower who is 104% gay
A **** accusation is harsh, 1 second you're eatin' a cuke with a ****
& loving it, & 3 minutes later you're in a rut with your ***-gob shut
The fattest flat *** on a platter, wouldn't make the platter any flatter
when, with thick bricks, it is bullet-proof glass that I need to shatter
America's first gay, trans-****** robot will be strangely demanding,
sloppily ******* in Target's women's room whilst defiantly standing
over women with guns drawn, by lay-away on the 4th-floor landing  
with a perverted presence more grotesquely disgustin' than the snot-
streaked persona projected by the crapped-out **** Garry Shandling