Elise Stef-An-ICK: as sick as she’s slick–
That smile, that guile, that festering pile.
She knows “HOSTAGES,” are kidnapped by Hamas;
Not criminals arrested for attacking police with sticks.
At Harvard, she must have cut her Criminal Law class.
Elise, Elise, you busted valise,
You pitiful, pliable piece of wood.
Your every move is lathered with grease,
Fundamentally, you’re no good.
Election denier, serial liar,
You and Georgy Santos set your own pants afire.
Sixty courts ruled the election was fair,
So what? She said. Why should I care?
At Harvard, she must have cut her ConLaw class there.
Elise, Elise, you busted valise,
You pitiful, pliable piece of wood.
Your every move is lathered with grease,
Fundamentally, you’re no good.
From pro-choice to pro-life,
With the flick of your tongue,
From Kasich to McCarthy to Trump, all pure bung.
No flicker of remorse from your changes of heart—
None left. You removed it yourself with a knife.
Stef-An-ICK, Stef-An-ICK–no time to panic,
Mere weeks after she’s stripped of her see-through Santos,
No ethos, or pathos, nor even his pilfered pantos.
Just whip up a new lie, a slimy line of attack,
Only this time let’s lynch someone who’s liberal and…Black.
Elise, Elise, you busted valise,
You pitiful, pliable piece of wood;
Your every move is lathered with grease,
Fundamentally, you’re no good.
Now it’s Harvard holding HOSTAGES,
With Elise at the gates,
Carrying her tiki-torch
Ablaze with her own self hate.
If only she could believe she was first-rate.
Like her Golden Calf she bellows, bullies, and averts her eyes,
Screams “anti-Semitism”, while winking at his use of Hitler’s
“Vermin” and “Blood Poisoning” Big Lies.
Her mouth wide-open, like her pockets, for catching flies,
And money, from Extreme Right Wing dark money guys.
Elise, Elise, you busted valise,
You pitiful, pliable piece of wood,
Your every move is lathered with grease;
Fundamentally, you’re no good.
“Stef-An-ICK, Stef-An-ICK,” the J-6 crowd shrieks,
“Take care of our fascists, criminals, and hairy-horned creeps.”
“So we killed a few cops, and smashed through the Capitol’s windows & walls,
And defecated all over Congress’ halls. We’re the victims! We’re Hostages!’
And, waving her Harvard Law Degree, Stef-An-ICK said: “I have to agree.”
Elise, Elise, you busted valise,
You pitiful, pliable piece of wood,
Your every move is lathered with grease;
Fundamentally, you’re no good.
Elise Stef-An-ICK, oleaginous up to her neck,
Has debased REAL Jewish Hostages,
By comparing those innocents to such criminal drek.
What has she hidden far back on her shelf,
Or deep down in the darkest hole?
Perhaps Elise is hiding what’s left of herself—
She’s already sold out her soul.