a snarling racist bigot, what’s the odds.

He calls girls sluts and bitches, a.m. radio in stitches.

He likes the women’s movement for their bods.

He skirts around the N word for his fans.

His thoughts are merely fodder for shit cans.

He’s lowered every bar on radio so far.

He loves the whites, but not so much the tans.

He doesn’t really talk, more like a yell,

a snake oil huckster with nothing to sell.

His foot is on the treadle, conspiracy to peddle.

Some hope he’ll have the drive time spot in hell.