Oh Sarah, Breitbart Is Your Next Call

Oh Sarah, here we go again
I can’t get past the pain of what you try to say to me
I’m too old now to learn what you are trying to say

every single time you move your lips,

falsehoods is a euphemism so dear to you, so dear to you.

You call them mistakes.

But I’m not going to waste my time or the country’s time talking about the fantasy you are promoting.

You must have liked Liz Smith a lot.

I wish you got your tabloid gossip not from your job.

But I agree with you, it is all too sad, and pathetic.

and scary, as you help a demented moron move the country closer to the ground.

I won’t run away just like I always do. I’ll ask you to do.
Unless you tell me now
Before you go why you did it. Was it the only offer?
Wish you’d speak the words those eyes of yours are trying to say.

Wish you’d speak the words those eyes of yours are trying to say.

Greek Chorus (la,la,la)