I come not to praise Trump but to bury Clinton

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come not to praise Trump but to bury Clinton.
The evil that we do lives after us;
The good often buried with our bones;
So let it be with this election
The noble media has shown you Trump is vulgar:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously has Trump answer'd it.
Yet be Clinton honourable?
Ambitious, yes.
Whose ransoms did the Foundation coffers fill:
Saudis all, all honourable men--
But Anderson says she was;
And Clinton is an honourable woman.
She hath set many captives free to ISIS
Did this in she seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Clinton wept:
When Minimum wage becomes the ceiling
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
America not the place hope migrates to die
Yet Anderson says she was ambitious;
And Clinton is an honourable woman.
You all did see that in Benghazi
As with the frinds of Bill
Who covet for her the second crown
Corruption be more vulgar than vulgarity
And Podesta says for her to free the Romans
from their medieval bonds
And present to those United for the Cause
Alinsky shakles, progressive bonds of trust
Hope I not to speak in America's funeral.
The U.S. was my friend, faithful and just to me:
I speak not to disprove what Anderson spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
The lesser evil is preferred
Vulgarity better than wholesale corruption
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with America,
And Trump just might bring it back to me.