This is a lily-liveried war without honor as either its point or reward; an unprincipled war that thrives as much on the aggressor’s cowardice as on his mendacity.
He’s got Margo Rubio Ears.
His stare’ll turn you cold;
He’s back-stabbed all his peers
He’ll steal your ounce of gold,
He’s got Marco Rubio ears.
He spews Trump’s lies at you
He’s never tried to think twice
Yellow streaked as New York snow,
He’s got Marco Rubio ears.
He’ll freeze you, and unease you
All the better just to fleece you
He’s obnoxious; make you nauseous,
Loves his Furor in all that makeup;
He ogles boys with Epstein leers
He’s got Margo Rubio Ears.
He’ll stoke your deepest fears,
That whets his appetite;
Kowtows to Donald’s throne,
He’s got Marco Rubio ears.
