A cunt, I see, he may not be
But what, I ask, could then be he?
He’s soft, so he can’t be a dick,
Not sociable, hence he’s no pig,
No fucker (I don’t know - does he?)
No arse - he lacks utility.
There’s no good name, but don’t you fret -
For now let us just call him Ted.
A cunt, you say? I disagree
And before you hold your breath
Let me be clear; I’m saying he
Lacks the warmth and depth
A cunt, I see, he may not be
But what, I ask, could then be he?
He’s soft, so he can’t be a dick,
Not sociable, hence he’s no pig,
No fucker (I don’t know - does he?)
No arse - he lacks utility.
There’s no good name, but don’t you fret -
For now let us just call him Ted.
Ted Cancun Cruz, the zodiac’s son
When calling him names, why limit to one?
Even insult his wife and lyin Ted
Will come to your defense instead!
He gets off on you telling him go to hell,
Always point out his real name’s Raphael
Everyone hates him as is often said
But as for me I just call him fuckhead.