“Does Trump pay more for anal?” quipped the shit.
Later, in an apology, and boast,
He explained how his standards were the most
Exacting, even cooler than his wit.
Ann Coulter never really threw a fit
At Mr. Wilson’s sly strategic roast.
Her spirit never near gave up the ghost.
She didn’t dread the wisecracks of a twit.
What was the dickhead truly getting at
With a remark so undeserved and crass?
The witticism klutzily fell flat.
It didn’t even manage to harass.
You aren’t the Donald’s type, punk – and that’s that.
Go find another buyer for your ass.