Oh! Sarah?

 
Sarah Huckabee Slander's (aka The Fat Scrotum's Factotum)

Good ol' Sarah Huckabee
Will lie for all eternity
For her it would seem uncouth
To speak a single word of truth
And much to Donald Trump's delight
She'll say "all that he says is right"
For she is quite the artisan
Of everything that's partisan
But when her time is finished, done
And she has had her pyrrhic fun
She'll meet St. Peter at the gate
Looking annoyed - rather irate
And as he reads her list of sin
He wonders just where to begin
So he says "Sarah I'm afraid
That it seems you made a trade
And there is a debt you owe
To the fellow down below
But will you please remember this
As you fall into the dark abyss
That if you had been less of a liar
You would have escaped the lake of fire
And if from deceit you had abstained
Your soul would not be wracked and pained
By damnation's clock's eternal tick
You'll pay time to your friend Old Nick
And then while you begin to rue
All those things you said untrue
His fiery ass he'll make you lick
Until you feel so vile and sick
That you will plead for your redemption
But there's no reprise and no exemption
Piteously you'll beg - to no avail
And evermore you'll gnash and wail:-
'I'm entitled! Look after my welfare!
My whims, my needs, my after-life health care!
I demand my right to Obamacare!
Please Lord I really need Single Prayer!' "
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