ELIOT, THE ZEALOT, SPITZER

He was called a Zealot and the Sheriff of Wall Street
His name sparked headlines aflame
The Attorney General who hammered the corporate elite
Slinging sham allegations and press shame

He was both call-boy and pimp to his fleshly desires
The cases he tried were all bogus technicalities
He bullied his wimp judges to fan the courts’ fires
Martha Stewart and others got years of prison penalties

A fake and a failure addicted to prostitutes
He thought himself god and most wise
Busting hookers to show no favor to the destitute
He seemed to command rain from the skies

The sheriff with suited posse
He wasn’t stopped from darkening sin’s door
Pusshy, pusshy, pusshy
He only leaned on hookers for more

They called him “Client Number Nine”
His favorite trick was one Ashley Dupre
He told her it was unsafe butt wanted it from behind
Said she: “My first name sounds like ass butt my last name’s not Stupidity!”

And when, as governWHORE of New York
The Feds got him for financing his trick passions
After paying 80,000 for flesh he prized top pork
Does he care the hell about lives he reduced to ashes?

Elliott the Zealot Spitzer breathed to put others away
Acting out his name, headlining it across media’s sky
He was Mr. Morality, The Sin Finder of the day
Acting out his name—he SPAT in ZER people’s eye

Elliott Spitzer, the forward-crushing HYPOCRITE
Whose first name backwards spells TOILET
Spitzer, New York’s former governWHORE
Has no future, except what’s in the SHITzer