The P-I-S-S-I-N-G Song

Hilary and Donald streaming in a tree

P-I-S-S-I-N-G

First comes aim

Then comes disparage

Then comes Trump in the baby carriage

Sucking his thumb

Wetting his pants

Doing the dance of ants in his pants.

“Trust Me,” Donald yells

as he aims for her head

Hilary wipes pee away

And wishes him dead.