Squawk of Shame: Turd the Bird’s Toxic Downfall

They call you Turd the Bird, you know that right?

Flapping around in DESPERATE flight

Not love, not grace, not wisdom’s tune

Just squawking to win, like a LOON in June

You ain’t no wife just MISERY soaked

A leader? that has to be a JOKE!

Pretty roman wives bought joy and spice

You only serve up – VENOM and ice

He ran didn’t he? RAN fast and far

To the woman you mocked as fat and tar

Can’t imagine how HORRIBLE it is to live with you

Wake up each day to the curse you are!

Tchk Tchk, what a FALL from grace

He’d rather hold her soft embrace

You’re a PARASITE feeding on HATE

Fueling fires that seal your fate

Girl, GOSSIP is loud and wild and raw

They say you’re from the GUTTER floor

No class, no calm, no education

Just rage, revenge and RUINATION

Like a FOOL you dance in the trance of arrogance

Feeding on FLATTERY like it’s a gourmet feast

Can’t stomach truth, only candy-coated lies

Voice of honesty you send packing and despise

You’re a CHILD in a woman’s shell

with a BABY’S brain and a soul to SELL

You rage while the world just SHRUGS and sighs

A HORROR show you are, under a desperate disguise

Now don’t you go doing what you always do

Go BARKING around like a hyperactive puppy

Beating your chest like an UGLY gorilla

With a brain that’s EMPTY and very sloppy

So laugh, dear Turd, flap your wing wide

But know this truth you CANNOT hide

Even a ‘fat’ ‘hippo’ with LOVE to give

Is any day better than you for a RIDE