Now Manchin is gunning for the Child Tax Credit

[Roisin Ni Fiachra]

58. Ugh, now he's going after our kids. "You're a mean one, Mr. Manchin,

You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Manchin.

You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Manchin.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Manchin.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Manchin.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Manchin.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Manchin.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Manchin.

The three words that best describe you,
are as follows, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

You nauseate me, Mr. Manchin.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Manchin.

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce."