Guy tortures words, he's Tony; baloney
What he gives us; he's the gibbon's yakkin' phony.
He always faxes it in, smirkin' stooge who'll fawn.
Yeah, he's a lame flack, his job's to con.

Now this liar's no Ari;
Next to Scott, his manner's airy,
Makin' up wonder-speak fully fact-free.

He's pompadoured and he's pompous, too;
He's like an Orwell character come true.
His tongue and dog are waggin', and I'll bet that soon
He'll use the phrase "peace is war" and mean no lampoon.

'cause this guy once was Ailes-y,*
Now hosts crap feed for the press daily,
Waggin' dog for the reactionary.

Now he's lethargic, doesn't act wired;
I think it's Lithium--synapses unfired.
Makes him look less scary than when Faux News goon.
I'd be medicated if I had to croon

All that Newspeak daily,
Least he don't lie for Veep Cheney,
Who's a thug and might blast him facially.


*Roger Ailes, president of Fox News