|Fake news is Mad Cow’s refrain
It has been his daily distain.
The problem for Cow
Is that as of now
Fake news is the heart of his campaign.
|Mad Cow will have a go
Everything Stormy, way down low
His mushroom penis is like his hair
Do not touch, do not dare
Not to worry, he’s all blow.
|Mad Cow loves the lie
Keeping count impossible, but try.
Ten thousand plus
Is why we are making a fuss
This distorted sense of reality you can’t buy.
|Mad Cow sits in his stench
Seeks diversion, a card trick, a wrench
I’m in your coffee, your cup of tea
I ask for nothing, not even a fee
And I will never sit on the bench.
|Mad Cow has god on his side
Religion along for the ride
His cowering herd
Drunk on manna and curd
End Times deliciously fried.