The Treacherous, Lecherous, Troll-Faced Twins

If you think that either one is bad,
The other is quite worse.
A pox on each of their houses...
Much more than that: A curse!

They're monstrous in their temperament,
Unflinching in their greed,
Shallow-witted in their views,
Yet righteous in their creed.

They'll stand on any soapbox
And drone on about the news
Without persuasive reasoning
About their nonsense views.

They'll wrap you in their tentacles,
Cuz neither twin is sensical.
And though they can't agree,
They grind their teeth in every fight,
With equal certainty.

It doesn't matter what one knows,
The other twin will be opposed.
Their days are filled with loathing.
They have stains on all their clothing.
And the people they encounter
While their arguments are roving
Could care less about this banter
Than the twins would quite suppose.

In this endless battle,
You see, no one ever wins,
Unless you stay the hell away
From the treacherous, lecherous,
Troll-faced twins.