She's Baaaccckkk!

Oh s**t!

Just settling in to a life without the screech,

then, she's back, like some kind of half-human leach.

 

She sucks all the intelligence out of any room,

I feel my peace of mind disappear in the gloom.

 

Sarah, baby, you're killing me here,

with that God-awful voice screaming fear.

 

Isn't listening to The Donald's moronic rants enough?

Now the voice only dogs can hear makes it doubly-tough.

 

Sarah, you were gone from the political stage--what happened?

your brand of stupid really ought to be rationed.

 

I thought I wouldn't me subjected to your dumb-a*s s**t

ever again, but unfortunately, I was so wrong about it.

 

Like a high-pitched nightmare, you're back in my face.

With the view that defies logic that I'd tried so hard to erase

 

from my memory banks--now, like a specter, Mrs. Half-Term,

I've got to try once again to shake off the idiot-germ!