Reunited and It Feels So Good
Steve Villano, once Mario’s cur,
Longs again for the duties that were.
Sad, sad slave: please don’t worry!
Hell draws near in a hurry.
Soon you’ll nuzzle that crotch again, sir.
To think that Cuomo prick is now in Hell
Brings something close to all-transcendent joy.
Is justice served in Dante style? Oh, boy!
The devils prod that mouthy punk so well,
He is so chastened by fierce sulphur’s smell,
That all the lies he still dares to employ
Writhe and are silenced. He cannot be coy.
Around him, flames that boil his marrow swell.
And you, Villano, you who smooch his ass
Even when he’s received his just reward,
You who gave vile hypocrisy a pass,
You who would not take up hard logic’s sword,
You’re more transparent than the clearest glass.
Idolatry is all you can afford.
Trump just insulted Steve Villano’s mother.
The Donald is in loads of trouble now.
He isn’t dealing with some helpless other.
Villano is the kingpin of ka-pow!
And he is having one tremendous cow
Over the soulless insult Trump produced.
Villano is preparing to allow
His most effective blog posts to be loosed.
In words of utter cleverness soon noosed,
The Donald will be choking in despair.
Villano will require no further boost
To beat vile Trump till Trump’s beyond repair.
The swollen ego at Trump’s core will shatter.
You say Trump didn’t do it? Doesn’t matter.