Clinton's complaining betrays her ambitions
By crassly detaining, she deleats additions
While Murray insists, I'm foul and a headache
And my 'day job' exists, as a last resort mistake

I'f you met me you'd know in a matter of minutes
That the ire you show is a waste to begin with
But you measure all meaning with muscle and might
On an internet seething with alure and a fight.

Take you a gander, and open it uppence
A mindful intender, instead of resentence
Give it a rest all, this slicker sharpshooting
Where is your best call, for worldly rerouting?
ttr