I've grown allergic to his face His stutter when his speech begins I've grown allergic to the way he blethers night and day He laughs, he cries, his greed, his lies
Are so repulsive to me now He's really got beneath my skin
Whenever he comes on, then I turn off the TV set; Somehow I would love to watch the news again .... and yet
I've grown allergic to the taste of bullshit in the air, Allergic to his face.
I really do have this problem with certain politicians' faces, to the extent that I have a book handy to push over their pictures whenever I'm reading the paper. It was started last Wednesday evening; by the Thursday lunchtime, it had been outpaced by events faster than I could have wished; but by that evening, it was clear that the right dishonourable cuckoo has wedged himself into the nest.
I admit this is incomplete. All contributions gratefully received.