In this tormented and famously fractious year
Like a badly poured beer
dishonesty frothed with lies
This brew
Full of conjured half truths
and hyperbole
Guzzled by many a myopic moron
with two and three hands over stein
One hand always sullenly steadies
the drunkards moans and whines.
Making sure all is drunk
down down down
without a breath drawn
by the perpetrators of the deceit
As every last drop of of poison is consumed with glee
Enablers of hate skulk in shadows
whilst the oratorical urges are punctuated
with high salutes to the new alt faith
ambushed on route 