I Don't Cry for You, Rodham-Clinton

I Don't Cry for You, Rodham-Clinton

I don't cry for you, Rodham-Clinton.
The truth is I never liked you.
All through Whitewater,
You lied and glided,
Then poor Vince Foster
Was Arkancided.

And as for fortune, and as for fame
There could never be enough
In one life to sate you, woman.
They are illusions
Not the solutions
To such a cinder of a human.