The Fox Duet
Ol' Hannity and Tucker,
Now there's a real pair.
Following the Trumpest drumbeat,
Without rhythm to share.
Both enjoy stirring the pot,
Regardless of the brew.
As long as Rupert can still
Count, all the revenue.
The crap they espouse, is
Simply poison that they spit.
Yet it's venom is complex,
And no antidote exists.
And while the puppet-master
Has, oh so many minions.
There is a severe lack of truth,
Among all those opinions.
Since patience is needed,
When judgement day arrives.
I can only wonder who'll be
Standing, and who is absent and hides.
I only know for now, I can't watch any
Fox channel, even my favorite, the NFL'd.
But who knows, maybe when that contract
Renews, the league can inform Rupert . . .
He's been cancelled.
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