Portending

The Dhimmi tells such dreadful lies
They make me wretch from my insides
Each one’s unique in its content
Filled with hate and self-contempt

He wears a turkey round his neck
It must be plastic, what the heck
He talks to Duckworth all the time
And also Hackett both in their prime

He counts the items that got so looted
But math for him was not so suited
He finds a cover-up from geometry
But forgot he needs optometry

He bumps his head each time he writes
Seems things are dark without the lights
The truth went missing, lost in space
Since he took up this torrid pace

He plays a game called “Liar’s Bluff”
And he always wins, sure enough
He bought into Dan Rather’s fraud
And still believes ole Dan’s a god

He hates the Bush for standing tall
Figures it’s time for us to fall
He knows the surge is but a line
So now he works to undermine

He talks of the future as if a sage
The good, the bad; his envisage
We all sit round each time he sends
And laugh at all he tries to portend

He’s always wrong and never right
For he’s a liberal and not too bright

Cooing Lies

I read your lib’ral lies each night
Of evil Bush fanned by dhimmi fright;
Of made-up smears, no facts to show,
But endless words we both know
Are lies of hate born inside Satan’s storm.
A place to keep your soul so warm;
With Hillary cooing lies of hate;
Grabbing money, the most corrupt to date.
Her eyes are rapt with evil shine.
She hopes to rule as one divine,
And send the ones who know her well
Back to her home in the depths of hell!

The Final Goal

Lying eyes,
     Long nose;
Ego size,
     Always shows;

              All crooks,
                Lotsa noise;
              Proven schnooks,
                  Truth destroys;

            Bush rages,
                 Off the charts;
            Never engages,
                 Lack hearts;

            Hating troops,
Bring’em back;
            Murtha oops;
What a hack!

            Telling lies
                 All the time;
            Deep sighs,
                 Send more slime.

            Bribes for you,
                Liberal way;
            For a few
                 They all betray;

            Never wrong,
                 Rationalize,
           Same old song,
                 Full of lies.

            New ideas,
                 Never does;
            Don’t quiz,
                 Just because;

            Democracy,
Scorn and slime;
            Hypocrisy,
            Every time;

            Folded hands,
                 Phony prayers,
            Understands
            Not, nor cares;

            Thinks it great,
                 Smiles away;
            To really hate
                Bush each day!

            Blood-soaked whites,
                 Clinic trash;
            Abortion rights?
            Balderdash!

            The final goal,
                 As you see;
            A dhimmi’s role
                It’s not for me!

The Weeds Along Meadows

This discussing with liberals as they squirm in the dark
And talking to podunks who just sit there and bark
Reminds me of those weeds that grow without charm
That live along meadows at the front of a farm.  
         
All winter, they’re so sallow, little seeds near the house
Covered with crap from rabbit and mouse.
They all act so important these weeds so forlorn
As if each were brilliant from the day it was born.

They’ll thrust there leaves out to reach the road
And spread like a disease about to explode.
Liberals are like weeds, both worthless and sallow
Spreading their filth by those who kowtow
To lies and deceit and hearts filled with hate.
The answer is simply to eradicate.

Harsh Words

In your harsh words I trace
The hatred in your soul
The ugly in your face
Stupid beyond control

Your evil written words
So rapt but yet so dim
Seems dumb even for nerds
No wonder things are so grim

The podunk world you live
Commingled with Satan’s rule
Compelling you to give
A mouth of stinking stool

The men you hate so much
Don’t lie to reach their goal
Like those in Satan’s clutch
The truth they do extol

Hussein is one of yours
With Satan on his side
He’s full of lying sores
A product of what he’s denied

You’re both swimming in Satan’s pond
Stagnated by your lies
And the vision of what’s beyond
A vision of total demise
           

B. Hussein

Within the darkness whence he comes
Hiding the truth he daily shuns
He with his lies of evil shame
Partakes the dark oblivion
The lies he spreads, the truth undone
Whose gold, he takes, corrupt for hire
Within the game Hussein’s begun
And in the House of Hate’s Desire
 
Hence comes the lies paid in gold
The loudmouth lib’rals in disgrace
Accept the lies when they are told
Hussein’s for real, they must embrace
A savior now of truth and grace
Let’s buy him robe and diadem
Giving him that White House place
There will be change, it’s not a whim

Hussein’s the man, the one we need
To this we must ourselves concede
For lib’rals love to do their greed
With taxes raised to make us plead
Hussein’s the man, the one we know
With thoughts and words he won’t mislead
There’ll be no war or hateful show
Al Qaeda’s won, prepare to bleed

Hussein’s Terrorist Rock Garden

Chaos reigns within your dark heart
Reflect, reject, reboot but don’t pardon
Order will never return so don’t start
Picture Hussein’s terrorist rock garden
Death reduces the number of rocks
The rest have vanished into the scene
Toward a simple stone Hussein just gawks
The garden is ABORTING as in a dream.

Reject all those you have relied on
You’ve asked far too much
The truth you seek has gone
You buried it with your liberal touch
Your hate-filled screams fall on deaf ears
Yesterday they heard you
Today they are no longer your peers
All this you already knew

Chaos reigns within your dark heart
Reflect, reject, reboot but don’t admit
Rejection of logic has become an art
Run away, turn your back but never submit
Picture Hussein’s terrorist rock garden
The number of rocks has increased
From us you’ll not get another pardon
In hopes the rocks will become deceased

You play in the garden again
Ahhh the Nature of Fools
Your lies sound just like Hussein
Never break the liberal rules
Of hate, lies and blame
Stay the liberal course
Of little worth will be your fame
And you will find no remorse

Chaos reigns within your dark heart
Reflect, reject, reboot but don’t backdown
Your stuff is not state-of-the-art
You’re a podunker, a miserable clown
Picture Hussein’s terrorist rock garden
The rocks have grown immense
And still you hope for some pardon
Your presence proves your absence

Poor Wittle Wiberal

It was during the winter rain
A wittle wiberal whimpered on
About the name Hussein
And how it wasn’t done
To call one a real name
Pointing to me the blame

But for the wittle wiberal
To put the blame on me
The name has no deferral
Without Hussein’s mommy
So whimper on about the name
And tell me who’s to blame

The dude is named Hussein
Just like your middle name
Only a certified insane
Would even try to blame
Such a stupid, dumb thing
Do stop your dumb crying

Mirrored Projections

Dear brother, I suggest you do not pass
Too near that mirrored oval glass;
I fear that you will see
An idiot with the brain the size of a flea,
With lying lips that spew forth hate;
The very thing that you berate.

To look upon the image shown
Would only make you loudly groan.
Projecting hate from one’s own core
Reflects back truth in mirror’s door.
With lies that crease like wrinkled skin,
Your face reflects the lies you spin.

The Brazen-Throated Dhimmi

The brazen-throated dhimmi blows
His lies across his liberal kin
But in his heart he surely knows
These lies he spreads will harm all men

Many a liberal scum who lies
Knows full-well hell will never freeze
As he spreads his lies with hate surmise
With his friend, the truther, he sees

The same dumb reasoning again
Convincing both they’re both so right
But truth points out both are insane
And yet these two fools still want to fight

The truth-filled halls of righteous men
The White House where comes truth and light
Proves both fools simply cannot win
Both are whimps, worthless, human blight

Dying Scripts

They walk the same old liberal way
It’s written in the dying scripts
They live for hate each waking day
And spew it from their darkened lips

Where scenes of failure newly born
Sprout up among the old forlorn
And drooping scum from mouths of scorn
Proclaim the truth of their eclipse

They sing the praise of dear Hussein
As magpies bend to see in vein
The followers of this silly game
Along with those who live in hate

While dancing in the bright red glow
The liberals make the corruption flow
And hungry for this cash they know
Will feed them from a golden plate

For Hussein is just a liberal game
A liar, thief with no big name
They think he’ll win just the same
For them its sure, he’ll get the prize

He has no plan it’s only lies
As sweet stuff out his mouth does rise
His talk is bold and seems so wise
But underneath it’s all disguise

The liberals think that all is won
‘Cause dear Hussein has just begun
The votes are in and he’s the one
But in the end - a big surprise

       

Au Contraire

The lying liberal now we see,
The biggest liar to be fair.
He’s not what an American should be,
But he shouts, au contraire.
His lies always make such a stir,
His hatred makes him oh so mean,
But he has no brain as it were,
Nothing but the same old routine.

Socialism is his goal
The same tired crap from sick old men.
His words of hate he does not control
But says them over again and again.
All liberals focus on his pranks.
All tongues his prowess behold.
For which he renders all his thanks
To Satan, Saddam and Hugo.

His golden rule is a great attraction.
Just show the hate in words and action.


Spitting On The Truthful Gate

He spat upon the truthful gate
When Bush was in his way,
And Cheney made desolate
His lies each and every day.
His tangled word-lies scored the sky
Like songs from ancient lyres,
And hate-filled libs just cried on high
When truth put out their fires.

His hate-filled lies appeared to be
The old crap in death lament,
His mouth was dark and watery
His stool he so easily spent.
His ancient bones of germ and birth
Were shrunken hard and dry,
His every word upon the earth
Seemed frivolous and awry.

At once his cries arose among
The dying embers overhead
For in the night arose a song
So empty as the dead.
The same old lies, without control
His brain did fast consume
And thus did fling his empty soul
Upon the growing gloom.

His dark soul did not even bring
A simple and sorrowful sound.
There was not a single one to sing
A song of sin profound.
Thought I there should have been
At least a sad or somber air
Some tune of hope of some chagrin
But for this I was unaware.

Don’t State My Middle Nam

“Don’t Call Me A Liberal Or state my middle name”
That is what he stated and we just wonder why
Hussein’s a Chicago liberal where he is full of fame
But don’t call him a liberal, since logic doesn’t apply

His middle name is his and thus is him for sure
So don’t call him a liberal or state his middle name
It seems to me this makes him so very immature
Or maybe we are racists showing our ugly shame

But don’t call him a liberal or state his middle name
To do so would destroy him and stop all his lies
About how he’ll save us and stop the terror game
And guarantee the Mexicans an economic surprise

He’s definitely a liberal, his votes this plainly shows
He’s just another dumbass who thinks he really knows
That evil really isn’t here, its all just in our heads

Hugging all those jihadists to help them with their meds

I wonder who will be his second in command
For hugging terrorist in this world will surely get one dead
And it’s really good we know who’ll carry on the plan
I hope this new guy’s not an idiot and uses his liberal head

Stealing

He cares not for his mortal soul
On his face a wide phony smile
He cares not for the American goal
Hussein’s true self is to cheat and defile
             
Standing tall on wide broad feet
Gazing through his two eyes
Smiling to think how he will treat
Those who dared oppose his rise

He cares not for the American way
Living the life but without the feeling
Telling lies each and every day
Most of us would call that stealing

Al Qaeda’s At The Door

I, Hussein, have not walked on mortal ground,
Nor drunk at freedom streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
I move softly through your dreams.

I make the air with clean exchange,
My rules so complete and right;
The time is now, the tides of change,
Move swiftly in your sight.

My Presidency makes me smile;
Life for you will be undone;
Look into my face a little while,
Your life and death are one.

The lies I’ve told were good for you;
Al Qaeda’s at the door.
Forgive me if I prove untrue,
Since we’re now finished with the war.

Enjoy your freedom while you can;
Your life will want no more;
I am now your boss so here’s the plan,
Al Qaeda’s at the door.

The Great Liberal Fake - Obama

Last night I dreamed of Hussein springing by
Fired red from lying lips. In a dream
The liberal hate lit up in flickering gleam
Like rows of dying soldiers in Iraq; and high
Above this liberal-caused scene in the sky
Sits the great Hussein fading in the west
As beaming followers beneath the sunset rest
Their lying souls in the burning lake of fire
Melting among the gold and silver of their desire.
Soon shall rise the great Hussein on high
A mightier master there is none deny
The greatness of this man of mental steel,
His glorious vision, and the love they all feel
Proves worthless scum can reach onto the stars
With Goebbel lies and sweet talk in the local bars.
Out of the depths of wanton greed and hate
Even Hussein can fake that he is great.

Obama's Dream Of Hate

He’ll ride his steed in the wind each night;
The words of the prophet will come in floods;
Hussein’s on the verge, so calm and bright;
As we hear evil singing in the distant woods;
His sweet voice sings as the terrorist broods;
Soon the infidels will feel their wrath;
As Hussein speaks of impossible math.

All things spell peace he writes in books;
And the crowds rejoice in the morning’s change;
His friends delight as common crooks;
As we honest people feel really strange
Looking as though the end is in range.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
Riding high with his steed on the run.

The morning mist brings a change indeed;
As the terrorists come with hate-filled eyes;
They cut and slash with bloody greed;
A little girl cries as her mother runs, dies.
They all now know it was a bunch of lies.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
As his minions rape and kill for fun.

His name is Hussein and for good reason;
To become the first caliph of the caliphate;
Choosing him would be an act of treason;
He’s riding high but it is not too late;
To put a stop to this dream of hate.
The hate’s not mine but from Hussein,
Down deep he knows I’m not insane.

The World Is Filled With Liberals

This world is filled with liberals’
Which means it’s filled with woe;
Us poor mortals can not shun them,
Wherever we may go.
Oftentimes we endeavor
To leave them far behind;
Yet as often in our pathway
Liberals and their woes we find.
             
We all must remain hopeful
As we are tossed to and fro
And if we are not careful,
They will prove our overthrow.
The lies spread to all of us,
Are so dark they blot the sun
Telling us to vote for Hussein
Whom we should really shun.

We must never tell the lies,
Like the liberals do so lame.
They will vanish in surprise,
With the truth in heaven’s name.
The truth of heaven leads us,
To a life without their game.
Where each one has been deported
And their evil completely thwarted.


       

Senseless Black

The warm glow from the truth has descended never coming back
Your mind now only a senseless black

Your emails arrive full of hate and gall
In their content I can see nothing at all

For there is nothing you can say
To keep the dogs of Satan at bay

All of your words have led you astray
But in the end they will forever stay

My eyes keep a hopeful stare
That one day you can your soul mend and repair

Once having done that the removal of chains
Will instantly be, making you sane

Truth is the therapy you need
Curing your head, making your soul succeed

Obama Smiled

Hussein smiled, he spoke, and you believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
The liberal man can hope no more;
For hope is what he hated before:
But never mind my savior Hussein;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

Obama's Harp of Lies

Hussein’s harp of lies remains strung
He has never ceased to play it;
His lies continue to be sung.
As songs he sings are not legit.           

And things he does prove what is given,
By truth both near and far;
How can he expect to be forgiven,
When fawning liberals here act so bizarre?

The waves of liberals kneeling down,
To kiss him on his knee,
Their long tongues out to lick his gown,
As dogs lapping up his pee.

They pour their praise and treasures forth,
Their loving embrace bring,
And all the liberals on the earth,
Take up his song to sing.

These liberals raise their voices high
From every city shrine;
Their hands raised up into the sky,
As they look upon the divine.

The lies flow from his sacred lips
Rise black among the mass
The worship veil upon his scripts
Cover Hussein’s worthless ass.

Of Canada his words leaked out,
The liar’s words renewed,
His fingers crossed without a doubt,
Concerning the email viewed.

We don’t have time to tell the truth
As we walk the crooked path
He shouted to the media uncouth
How dare you ask me such as that.

But words of praise remained so loud,
And covered the sobs of pain.
The great Hussein stepped upon the cloud,
Ascending from this mortal plain

The Obama Debate

When Hussein came to save us, they put him on TV,
They told us he was great, cursing those who would disagree;
They crowned him as our saviour, praising all that he would do,
Empty words and empty promises were really oh so true.

When Hussein came to see them, the liberals kissed his feet,
They never saw such greatness, in a man who was so sweet.
So they sang and danced, so full of jubilee,
For they had grown so calloused with the likes of Hillary.

If one dared to ask for truth from this savior of us all,
The liberals went unhinged and would start their loud bawl:
“You must be a racist to be so full of hate!
The truth is what he says and there can be no debate.”

The Obama Debate

When Hussein came to save us, they put him on TV,
They told us he was great, cursing those who would disagree;
They crowned him as our saviour, praising all that he would do,
Empty words and empty promises were really oh so true.

When Hussein came to see them, the liberals kissed his feet,
They never saw such greatness, in a man who was so sweet.
So they sang and danced, so full of jubilee,
For they had grown so calloused with the likes of Hillary.

If one dared to ask for truth from this savior of us all,
The liberals went unhinged and would start their loud bawl:
“You must be a racist to be so full of hate!
The truth is what he says and there can be no debate.”

The Devil's Torment

My lame and podunker brother,
With proof he lies as no other,
Still sends the lies of hate so vile,
Matching again the lib’ral style.

Despite the truth to him revealed,
Skips over facts as if repealed.
Sees only hate through liar’s eyes
Rejecting the truth in full despise.

Where now the darkened heart resides,
Lives fast the symbol that provides,
The hate that chides his mortal soul
In savage lust for lies his goal.

His soul’s remorseless book of lies,
With each new email multiplies.
His frantic breath keeps up the rave,
That lies are good and proves he’s brave.

As articulate as a slab of stone
His words are worthless and unknown.
He reeks of ash from burned out scorn,
A sweaty-toothed mad man, hate worn.

Against the truth he lives and stands,
Hateful bile pouring from his glands.
His words are couched in ugly vent
Proof of a soul in the devil’s torment.

He cries out loud with all his might,
Iraq is lost, there’s no need to fight.
He screams about the evil war.
As for the terrorists he does adore.

For him the bird in Iraq was phony,
Just a plastic piece of Bush baloney.
It doesn’t matter the bird was eaten,
The truth for him will never be written.

Against this void of human tolerance,
There is no truth among such ignorance.
Think you twice, before you join this cause,
A cause of hatred, lies and full of flaws.

Accept these facts for what they are,
As real and truthful as the great north star.
Cast not your pearls among such swine,
They are a scourge causing their own decline.

Attritions

The truth lies buried under ground
Your incredulity and your frown
Play games across your face
As if the small attritions trace
The subject from some secret noun
The grammar from Hussein, the clown

Hussein’s gnat-like buzzings oh so shrill
Common lies from the liberal will
The dancing in the liberal street
All coagulate at your feet
Wrapped in hatred so vile a crown
One wonders if you’ll in it drown

And once again, you look askance
The obvious touch of circumstance
Of hate-filled souls who cannot gauge
Their master’s evil heritage
It is not Hussein who leads the dance
He’s but a pawn without a chance

This pawn Hussein knows full well
He’s but messenger an empty shell
His job is to sell his evil way
To take home the prize on election day
He wants for all to share and dwell
With his great master down in Hell

Understanding Obama

I understood him much too well,
And all his words you could not see
He said the things he wants to sell
So shallow liberals would agree

His words are empty hollow roots
Lodged deeply in his personal hate
A hatred for the American traits
Calloused threads in his empty suit

Hussein is nothing but a fake
A liberal head who’s on the take
He squirms around like an evil snake
To vote for him is a big mistake

The Three Flourescents Shining

I sit at my desk and look up at the light,
Three flourescents shining very bright,
The emails from one of my older brothers,
Arrive along with a bunch of others.
He hates our soldiers as they die,
While praising liberals when they lie.

I lean back in my chair reading his words I abhor
He supports the terrorist in this bloody war.
The three flourescents continue to shine
My brother really believes he is divine.
The terrorists murder an innocent victim
And all he does is curse the system.

He hates the ones who are fighting the war
When told the truth he will simply ignore.
He hates anyone who disagrees
But agrees with those who would appease.

He thinks Hussein is really great
And hopes a socialist rule to create


I go to bed and close my eyes
And hear the victims mournful cries.
They’re blown to bits by terrorist thugs
While my dear brother wants to give them hugs.
It’s not their fault, don’t you see?
We’re the ones who forced their spree.

Then I hear a little voice say
What idiot could possibly think this way?
The choice was theirs and not ours,
So why do the liberals send them flowers?
They hate our God and who we are
But ask my brother, he’s really bizarre!

In The Name Of Philosophy

In the name of philosophy
In a country mired in your lies
When truth overtakes your jubilee
Your silence uncovers your disguise

No longer can you claim integrity
In the name of your dark philosophy
In a country mired in your lies
We know it’s America you despise

The Podunk Hour

It is the podunk hour, that time
which brings forward a burst of rhyme.
As I do every day, I fall into my chair,
in front of the Mac. I think in despair
Dhimmi will send his trash again,
though in despair, I won’t complain.
The day grows old. Today I read,
Dhimmi is defending liberal greed.
His words are where the cold goes to sleep.
When logic is lost, it empties into the garbage heap
that he refers to as his head
something which needs not be said.

It is 2008. Spring.
Upon my desk, the lies sing
out from Dhimmi’s last two emails.
In him the logic fails.
Let me in my final lines
express this as a symbol that undermines
the very excess of his hate-filled diatribes.
The symbol of the swastika that perfectly describes
the modern liberal bought and sold with bribes.