He's mean, he's a crook, he's down right rotten
The things he has done I have never forgotten

He's evil, hateful, and just plain mean
He as to be right about everything

May he choke on his spit
And be struck where he now sits

He should just vanish or go far away
I wish I could shoo him away all day

Everyday I give him the look of death
I wish he would take his last breath

He is a target and I'll throw a dart
All because he decided to steal my heart