Contents Of Despair

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
covered in shame, hate-filled contents of despair,
you believed them true from toe to head
your integrity you thought was beyond compare

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
so often revealed deep hate in your soul
a good chance it means your soul is dead
dead to the truth that you no longer control

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
each a sin, a bought ticket to your end fate
as time distributes its gifts of dread
upon your bones this fate does wait

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
begin the count down to greet the great toll
no backing down, no looking ahead
the taximan awaits for your mortal soul

Stroking Your Pud

Huge are your ugly, spiteful lies
Would a turd smell as bad if small?
How do you look us in the eyes?
Does the smell of evil for you enthrall?

How do you speak the words of slime
Knowing full-well the slime is wrong?
How do you lie each and every time
You send your emails right along?

You vote for slime like liberal Billy
Then claim your faith is steeped in love.
To all the kids you show your willy
Then curse the one you hate thereof.

The felony rape by your buddy Clinton
Is fine as long as it’s done in silence
No words of hurt for esteem undone
For words are deadly and need defense

You voted for hatred, adultery and crime
While smearing the good with evil crud.
You say you’re righteous with words sublime
Yet here you are stroking your pud.

You’ve spread your lies for twenty some years
With words of slander and nary a shame.
You point your finger with eyes full of tears.
How awful he was to use "cunt" as a name

Dishonesty

In your own self-made hell
Your life is nothing but a empty shell.
Your words reflect your spacious dumb
As all your listeners go totally numb

The fears that boil your raging hate
Are scary real and will never abate
You choke each time you spew your vile
A turbulent flood in the liberal style

The hate you show is what you’ve been
Lost in a stream of molten sin
You sit alone where now you dwell
Burning inside by your fiery hell

You drink the liquor of the liberal kind
In a world that exists in only your mind
You have no right to dictate the song
And if you did it would still be wrong

Icy claws pierce your hate-filled heart
But fortunately for us you must depart
The darkness you cast is your only friend
It will soon be gone in the very end

You claim the faith as you tell your lies
But run away when we see your disguise
Obama’s your god and you kiss his feet
Believing he’ll make your life complete

You spread the lies about cunt and John
Believing its real and the truth you’ll spawn
Dishonest you are once and for all
The proof is written on everyone’s wall

In Love With The Lie

Underneath your lying expression
Is a person full of depression

How can this not be as the words you write
Were clearly created from your inward fright

Even a podunker as yourself must react
To the reality of Bush and our win in Iraq

The hatred that told your soul your belief
Now in truth for you there’s no relief

This depression forces you to look to the ground
Digging the dirt that you must spread around

The Hacketts and Duckworths prove you lie
As with the forgeries you wanted us to buy

You make excuses with the Obama flip-flop
Depression hits hard and it’s difficult to stop

You pretend your a patriot and love this great land
But you run like a coward and refuse to take a stand

I’ve challenged you often on the issues at hand
But you run like a coward and refuse to take a stand 


I feel for your ego and know you’re so sad
When our troops kill your friends you think they are bad



But if truth you are seeking and this I deny
You’d not be a liberal always seeking the new lie

The truth is you’re a liberal, a mongrel to despise
Filled with a passion for hate and new lies

Your hatred engulfs you in all that you try
You're a filthy dumb liberal in love with the lie

Honesty And Me

Walking along truth’s narrow ride
with honesty and me allied
I found your lies uninspired
easy hate, only Satan required

How childish are your foolish lines
that in your heart true hate defines
You talk of a patriot you seem to know
but fail to grasp what makes it so

The gaping hole you call a mouth
spews forth hate from truthful drought
And as this poet’s words are read
you’ll find it true your soul is dead

You live a life in a truthless stream
with lack of verse or rhyming scheme
The hate-filled words that you wrote
proves you are wrong when you go vote

A Country Rube

On another peaceful summer day
Hate dances from the rube's red lips
Above the moral causing decay
As hot tea the Little Dhimmi sips

The raging hate like fire rises
Each morning of his waking day
Of course, with this no surprises
A liberal bound to the liar’s cliche

The truth defies this country rube
With stories told of victories bold
As shown on news across the tube
But, alas, the Dhimmi’s getting old

He tweaks his thoughts with fiery hate
Enough to cover up the truth as told
Reading stories from an earlier date
As if they’re hot and not gone cold

This hate-filled man still sits around
Cursing all who oppose his thought
He lives the life of shallow bound
In circles where his lies are taught

He writes a line that’s full of spite
As lies flow from his acorn brain
Hating America for its might
While praying for defeat and pain

Yet truth still defiles his waking days
As good comes forth without his say
Dealing death to those he prays
Guess now himself he now must play

On The Condition Of His Anonymity

Once a seemingly podunk liar whose soul
Wept not for the babies he murdered yonder
Too concerned with his hate, his life as a whole
The result of which he refused to ponder

One day he read about the word called “cunt”
“Disgraceful,” he yelled at the top of his voice
How dare a man use such a word so blunt
He is worse than a rapist who lies by choice

This podunk liar whimpered and yelled
About the word he heard from one he opposed
“This man is a disgrace and must be felled”
He said as his slong to a little boy exposed

 
Using feelings as evil as the dirtiest in life
Doing little boys for whom he'd always adore
This podunk who was using the boy as a wife
Thought nothing of this act as he did the chore
 
One day the truth will hit this self-righteous queen
And take him across this path where he’ll see
Astonishment by the truth up until then unseen
On the condition of his anonymity

So Blatant and So Frail

There you languish in your hateful role
battered by extremes of political surmise.
Out of work, your only joy is lies.
Scribble, scribble, you destroy your soul.

Who believes the nonsense you write?
Who will read and heed the angry lines?
Logic to your ugly prose undermines.
On this point you can set your sight.

You call a name you project yourself to be
As hate erupts and gags the maggots of your brain.
Thrice you failed to address issues of the campaign
Like a homeless dog you nibble then you flee.

Liberals like hermits hide from the reality,
Living lives of quiet desolation on the cheap.
Most spend hours brain dead and asleep,
Repeating lies they hope are true in futility.

You called me cuntman without proof,
Hate-filled thoughts and words of a goon
A goon who loves and worships a baboon
And then stands up and tries to be aloof.

The breeze of liberal hate consumes your soul
You refuse to address the issues I have sent
Cowardice lies beneath your angry lament
Calling names to cover up the things you extol.

People ask about your lying liberal way.
It takes a fool to walk the way straight out.
Only idiots who have their integrity in doubt.
Normal people would refuse with much dismay.


So why does one like me write to such a fool?

In our hearts, I'm not the same as you

I know for sure the truth you’ll never pursue,
I write you to take you to Reality Human School.


When I read your lies so blatant and so frail,
I think of a man with a pale of sewage waste
As he walks, he drinks the sewage in his haste
But the sewage never empties from the pale.

When I read your lies so blatant and so frail,

I think of a worm eating the crap from a bear

Day after day the worm eats without a care

But smells exactly like the content in your last email.

Homicide

Your endless lies continue in their outward flow
With huge waves of hate from your hell below
Gallant ration from your heart from former years
Below the lies you spread now suddenly appears
The Oval Office where your voted boy first won his fame
Clutching closely to the head of that Monica dame
Respect for women was his way, on her knees she barged
Blowing forth as you, on he sat and then discharged

Ahh, but John did use the word of cunt they say
And it is worse than a suck or too along the way
From an underling child, a granddaughter no doubt
As long as it is done in her forced open mouth
The act of rape means nothing to those who hate
Words of evil, felonies of the mind make us irate
Rape by our friends means nothing to our side
But that word “cunt’ makes us want to homicide

Your Faithless Blare

Lies, lies. I know not what they mean.
Lies from your heart of sick despair,
Rise from your mouth unseen.
Loud refrain without much care,
As I hear your faithless blare.

Sad as the past that haunts your mind,
I see you what you really are.
No walk of contentment do you find,
As from truth you’ve run so far.
You lie then run, how utterly bizarre!

Your music plays hard in the key of lie.
Words from your hate dance in the sky,
Shattering the American way.
The music is harsh but on you play,
What more can an American say.

Soul’s dark shadow, when the soul is dead,
Makes music for the liberal’s bed.
Heaped in the song of the liar’s voice,
Is nothing but an empty noise.
And so it is for those who made their choice.

The River Of Awry

He dwells among the lying ways,
Beside the River of Awry.
A podunk, part of the Obama craze,
And thus is free to lie and lie.

His hate-filled heart stands all alone,
Buried in his own hateful scorn.
Demented soul, cold silent stone
Wicked, vile of Satan’s born.

He’ll live his life with few who’ll know,
The moment he’ll cease to be,
While Satan will wait with a smile below.
Oh, now only if he could see!

A Viral Wart

You are nothing but a viral wart
A wrathful creature, the liberal sort
I look at you, a sad disgrace
A growth protruding on the human race
You take a stand with joyful glee
Then run away from what you see

The wart grows black on humanities face
A viral plague you fully embrace
Where lies abound and hate does grow
The proverbial weeds you every day sew
From within your heart the lies never cease
No one could buy such words as these

Your words like arsenic try to kill
The deep-seat truth that’s in you still
Your lies like stitches weave and stand
Across hate’s shallow broken band
There’s nothing sacred from on high
You haven’t cursed with lies so sly

A Bigtime Debt

Your liar’s heart needs much repair
alone it beats the blood of fear
of hate and death and all despair
no sorrow known, not one small tear

The liar lives on the Sea of Wrath
tossed to and fro on winds of spite
the weary weight of a sin-filled path
where darkened thoughts in him ignite

Your soul is busted with each lie
but press you on to this dark place
where each day truth you always deny
the burden of which you cannot face

The guilt you lay across your bed
a bigtime debt that’s always due
is no excuse for the things you said
the words you spoke that are not true

There is no light in the place you dwell
a place of emptiness with no hope
where devils dance for what you sell
and truth can’t live or even cope

No singing’s heard except the sad
wailing chants of those who are dead
you linger there as if you’re glad
that your lost soul will not move ahead

All things come round that start as lies
with clarity of an admonished truth
which catches you in a big surprise
and makes you think of you wasted youth

Yet continue you down the path of lies
Obama was schooled in the Muslim way
it matters not how you try to revise
the truth is clear and on open display

You cry and spew your hate-filled lies
without the benefit of any facts
you liberals hate and demonize
while there is no truth in your attacks

Easy To Deny

You said the lie, oh so quick,
Hateful, ugly but not a surprise,
I saw right away that you were sick,
Then, that hate-filled lie did arise.

Your belief in the lie was so strong,
You claimed the truth for which you love.
I wondered if you knew you were wrong,
But then you shouted with a figurative shove.

I know you’re wrong, the truth not near,
To say the lie as if you were the ONE.
Sometimes your ignorance, I say with a tear,
Knowing full well the hateful words will come.

It really was a lie, you ignorant podunk,
The longer you believe, repeating the lie
The wider the door for which you have sunk,
And the easier it is for you to deny.

Your Place Of Anger

Liars have spoken their lying words to you.
Obama has whispered his words renown.
We now stand among the liberals who
Do hourly pray for the U.S. to fall down.
You, so typical, have never the truth tried
Living in lies with values of America unaware.
But now down the road of destruction you side
Not with the truth but with the liars steadfast there.


It looks like in the liberal hate-filled land
The truth has been lost, no where to go.
Downward, toward Satan, to be his right hand,
Where your lies will float and gain a new glow.
A place of anger, lies, hoping to expand.
Truth! You do not see and you do not know.

Your Fear Of Truth Is Real Fear

Your fear of truth is real fear:
admission of ones own lies
thrust upon those who hear
and believe evil with a cheer

The final curtain comes down hard
on a soul ravished by deceit
darkened heart of veins ripped and scarred
by the act of being a liar, coward and cheat

Your fear of truth is real fear:
climaxing in time when you must face
your life opposed to an honest career
loving the hate with a firm embrace

That climax when the truth shows to the world
all the lies and wasted values you proclaimed
not once, not twice, but daily your epitaphs hurled
at all those you hated and all those you blamed

Your fear of truth is real fear:
The simple proof adds to the scare
for in it you see the lies you hold so dear
Battered and cracked by your acts of despair

Your despair comes natural for those who think
they are superior to those whom they oppose
cold stare of hate, no love, no blink
translated into a pesticide of hate-filled prose

You fear it. You turn away, hands up, palms out
fighting against that moment of proof, for truth
the coming prolonged look of dismay, fully in doubt
on the edge of something that’s beyond your wasted youth

The end is near as you take the truth’s full force
Like a bullet shot to your empty skull
A shattered life of lies mirrored without remorse
Onto a brain that in the end is proven quite dull

The Depths of Hate

No greater hate can one find
than in the depths of the liberal mind
A soul so twisted with hate each night
a nightmare image transfixed in fright

The liberal hate blots out the right
to speak the truth and join the fight
His heart is blackened from sinful pain
of accepting lies again and again

Whose hateful lies blasted those
who stood their ground against such prose
Strong soldiers in a world away
that do the deeds that will win the day
 
Whose evil and cold heart so dark
slammed anyone who’d dare remark
how cowards blessed the enemy
with loving songs of sympathy

Who tried to prove he’s always right
with empty words of liberal spite
then turn around in silence cold
and make the stone in his mouth gold

Covered In Mirth

No truth in you,
From the day of your birth.
You’re an awkward view,
Covered in mirth.

Terrible and instinctive,
Truth cuts your soul,
As your fear becomes reactive.
Crouching low, out of control.

We both know it well.
There’s a name for it,
Anyone can spell.
But you won’t admit.
This is the evil you transmit
The cold stone silence of hell!

Like the mushrooms in the darkened night,
Where the liars swing with shear delight,
And the worms of distrust build their home
On the liberal words of shining chrome.
Thus the truth abides not with you
Nor with those who share your view.

Salvation From Chagrin

His thoughts are from the liberal bin
Of hate-filled lust and polling spin
He’s never had a thought begin
That wasn’t from his selfish sin

The TV spins the lies within
An easy way to try to win
Inside his brain of paraffin
Irrational thoughts of polling spin

His lying lips repeat the sin
Seducing minions to join in
And follow all his liberal kin
To find a way for them to win

We saw his passion laced with sin
This new found man with darkened skin
They called him savior with a grin
Knew he’d save them from their chagrin

His sweet young voice touched within
Seducing them from toe to chin
He felt their passion from within
Then played them sweet like insulin

He spurned the truth and vowed to win
Then turned his back on his good friend
He fed the flames of hate-filled spin
By lying about his terrorist kin

His wife spewed out the hate within
His alibi - more racist spin
Who could have known a terrorist within
Would win a vote from an American

For now he's lost behind his grin
In a nest of thugs whose lining's thin
How strange a place this has been
Buying in to Satan’s kin

A Political Display

The sun sinks low and trails the evening light
Rapidly the dark covers the mountain peaks
Words of rapture captured on paper the sun’s flight
But no words can capture the shadow as it speaks

Words are vacant sounds made with tongue in cheek
As the slate-gray clouds rise before the sunken sun
So, too, the words rise above the poet’s physique
Words meaningless as the sounds of the things undone

A man sits with his wife and uses a word you do not approve
But who are you to tell us what or what not to say
The word, if said, is his and hers for them not you to remove
Offense for you is nothing but a club, a political display

Your friendly Bill speaks not a word as he rapes and gropes
Ah, but that is fine, you say with your liberal smile
Words cause damage far beyond rape done to female dopes
No women raped is as damaging as with these words so vile

Words are dangerous and one should rebuke
When words offend your weak strained ears
The liberal way makes real men want to puke
And to stomp upon the liberal’s rear

I sit here wondering at the damage rape does cause
Compared to those offending words you scream about
I doubt for you that this damage gives you pause
And as usual the words of truth makes you pout

The Liberal Wrong Facade

The lies upon his shoulders stood
ugly smears at all times there
from darkened heart to brain of mud
the liar’s soul lay raw and bare

For hate did split his mind not good
the evil lurked in soul’s dark place
spewed forth the lies he understood
from liberal desires not God’s grace

He repeated words from the liberal line
until he believed them too
but never did he find the spine
to read the truth, another view

The dream had become his oath
in the mirror of his brain
a dream of harmony and growth
but bruised by lies so plain

Then, one cold, frosty morning
in the shadow of his hate
he saw the picture, a dark warning
of the future and his fate
 
Satan owns this worldly sphere
from the beginning, an act of God
and any dream to make it dear
is but a liberal wrong facade
 
The lies upon his shoulders stood
ugly smears at all times there
from darkened heart to brain of mud
the liar’s soul lay raw and bare
 
He saw the works of Satan clear
he felt the hate within his seams
in this, the world he yearned to steer
lives the lies of liberals and their schemes
 
He stepped and spluttered back to see
the door fling wide from destiny
his eyes on truth so obvious, he
strained to look, to do, to be.
 
His mouth the lies unleashed
his soul thus drowned; a flying dove
swept down from heaven like a feast
as ravenous hate destroyed the dove
 
He dreamed the dreams of hateful fear
as icy claws of truth closed in
around his heart he felt death near
a life thus ended by the liar’s sin

A Baboon’s Song

It’s been a long time
a good line you’ve sent
just send out a rhyme
or simply repent

It’s twelve minutes past eight
on a Sunday afternoon
I expect you’ll create
lies for your baboon

As the sun slowly dies
and the darkness nears
I reminisce in lies
you’ve told through the years

So here I sit waiting
so strong and so brave
to read all the hating
from a fool and a knave

Yes somewhere in distance
hanging from a lib tree
a baboon sings assistance
while hating us free

He’s a toy sock baboon
with a soul full of stains
crying the hate tune
without any brains

He looks like a chimp
and acts like a whore
sounding as a pimp
when libs ask for more

Imprisoned by his hate
and his radical past
Obama’s dream fate
in November dashed

Yes somewhere in distance
hate-filled to the bone
he’ll get the real chance
to lie all alone

Comeuppance

You could hear his screech when he found what’s true
coming from the top of lungs right on cue.
You could see his face darken with fear,
the truth comes home hard when it’s not been near.
A putred smell now clings to the air
lying does that to one who doesn’t care.
The lies he told are now public domain,
revealing the hate of the liberal campaign.
The statements he made collapsed as fake,
just a bunch of lies for hatred’s sake.
A fool and a knave he lived as a podunk,
breathing in hate and spewing out bunk.
A liberal life he lived without care
until the truth came in and gave him a scare.

A normal man would change his way
but the liberal way means he’s in disarray.
He cried out loud ‘til his eyes were red,
then he said he didn’t care what the truth just said.
His liberal thoughts strayed back to his youth
when the things he was taught came from the truth.
His college days brought the hate and the strife
against the country that had given him life.
His teachers all told him that America was evil,
a boiling cauldron of capitalist primeval.
He loved the words of these hate-filled cranks,
bought them, believed them and then said thanks.
Instead of the truth he now had lies
based on Marx’s words of disguise.

Faced with the truth since he was a boy,
he rejected it outright and then tried to destroy.
But the truth is the truth and it stuck around
ripping to shreds his lies so profound.
A liberal’s a liberal and lies are his game,
truth is rejected and replaced with shame.
He now has to lie to himself as well
for the truth he’s destroyed in his personal hell.
He spins all the words to fit what he knows,
hating all others who dare to oppose.
In nervous fright we see him shake
once again bitten by the truthful snake.
He lies to himself and says it’s not true,
getting his comeuppance that is long overdue.

Liar’s Irony

Upon the email screen, irony beckoned
in lies’ pure evil dark: a light
of humor rippled stream of conscious flight,
making me laugh if but for a second.

Flashed by liberal lies at once absurd but reckoned,
silly feeble thoughts combined with truthful fright
and lost forever - reality in darkened sight;
the lies remain, even as the soul is quickened.

Lies and hate find will to persevere,
so irony endured will soon endear

You, liar of the irony, to Clinton’s past,
rapist. In joyful depths you’ve shed no tear
for women’s debasement, in liberal acts so near,
void of passion, find your liar’s irony at last.

Burning Hot

blackened heart in a disgraced chest
beating slow with lies obsessed
integrity lost in liar’s shame
drowning out truth’s bright flame

your dirty lips claim full support
to rapist acts in Clinton’s court
a liberal’s hate and actions past
requires not you to make contrast

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

the truth once stood tall in the liberal vase
your testament proves your disgrace
the vase is broken crushed with hate
in the hate-filled world you want to create

my heart is sad to see you hold
this ugly hate and the cowardice cold
you’ve stated clearly that words are vile
while evil actions you meet with a smile

you call me names for words that are used
but justify actions on women abused
you voted for these actions done
yet claim you didn’t, so run, liberal, run

one-sided logic was the risk that I took
you proved me right with your vacant look
I sent you issues, concepts argued
but stone cold silence was what you pursued

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

The Picture of Supremacy

He’s so perfect in your lib eyes
Existing as a savior in disguise
He hates America with all his soul
And he’s become your model role

I am the brother of a knave
A fool who’s turned into a slave
You buy into the lies of hate
And then refuse to have debate

Throughout your life, you’ve been so weak
Unable to think or truth to seek
To have a brother dumb as you
Makes me sad when I review

The liberals lie and spread their hate
What is it to them that you relate?
We come from love and sympathy
What happened to your empathy?

I have my faults but you're fault-free
A picture of supremacy
A liberal you are through and through
As the words you speak are untrue

But then who am I to change a clown
A fool, a knave who wears the crown
Of 50 million precious souls
Murdered then left to decompose

The Baboon's Hurrah

The days are long in Washita
Truth they’ll never learn
One lie a minute is their law
Results are not their concern

The hate rolled from their lips
They feared their words were wrong
Though they read from liberal scripts
As the truth played like a song

The libs were hoarse from cheering
As the baboon stood up tall
Today he announced he’d be trying
To become the president for all

The lies are deep in Washita
Truth is just ignored
They shout aloud “hurrah”
As the baboon is just adored

For he is a fiery spokesman
To that ugly liberal throng
Can’t wait to hear the baboon’s plan
On changing all that’s wrong

For here is a man among boys
Cast in a savior’s mold
And the greatness of his noise
Brings cheers from young and old

He’s blessed with a monkey’s face
And a mind like cheddar cheese
He hates the white man’s race
As he smiles at them to please

Young baboon has the power
To rouse the crowded stand
And there’s magic this very hour
If you pay him twenty grand

Al Gore has already sprinted
To touch the baboon’s hand
And Hillary has relented
To let him take the stand

We watch as he goes parading
We wait and our eyes are dim
For we see nothing exciting
Except the future now looks grim

A fool is born each day
And in every afternoon
But all the fools are on display
In the stands of this baboon

From The Liberal Crib

Obama, in his brilliant magnificence
spreading lies in his arrogance
flip-flops before our very eyes
as with all liberals it stupefies
how human brains can adore
the evil lies they should abhor
ignorant rants they all abide
against the truth they never side
a baboon with such sweetening code
as liberals praise this BS load
is still a monkey hanging from
the trees of hate and liberal dumb

Blessed with hate from the liberal’s crib
the baboon’s mouth is smooth and glib
his lies will grow and soon produce
a band of liars without an excuse
their baboon’s feet they kiss with greed
for power he brings is the hate he’ll feed
as with carter, he’ll fail complete
and take them down in total defeat
the damage done will cause much pain
and make us see the hate campaign
time will heal their hate-filled sport
but only if we castrate and deport

A Garbage Dump

The lies are a garbage dump in your mind
They get thrashed around each passing day
You place there new lies all the time
While letting the others stink with decay

Some come with endless hate
These you love, you keep most caring
Some are little but evolve it great
These become your lies most glaring

Every lie, every hate, all you’ve worn
Every lie has been proven wrong in all its being
Even the lies that you’ve newly hatched and born
Even those lies one cannot imagine believing

No doubt soon your garbage dump will disappear
While some lies die, others rise above you
But your lies have and always affect those who fear
Truth in all its form can change your hateful view.



The Song of Liberalism

We sing a song of diversity
A mouth full of lies
Come join us in our apostasy
Nothing really applies

We’ll sell you love and gentleness
As long as you agree with us
We’ll change this awful bush mess
The truth we’ll not discuss

We’ll pat you on your backside
And steal your thousand bucks
We’ll give it to the ones who lied
To keep our world in flux

We love those who support our dreams
And hate those who oppose
We’ll tax you hard to do our schemes
As we line you up in rows

We sing a song of charity
Another lie we know
You’ll love your new austerity
Your pain is apropos

Our lord is Barack Baboon
We love him as our god
He’ll bring us luck so soon
Our love is but a facade

We sing a song of values
Not American but Baboon’s
We know you can’t refuse
Don’t make us send his goons

We tolerate dissent
By burying the bodies well
It’s how we represent
All our personnel

On A Digital Wave

One day I surfed on a digital wave
Information flowed from unseen sites
The force that drove required me to save
Digitally mastered bits and bytes

I surfed along with a song on my lips
My Mac was fast and sent out a wake
Of deleted sites and saved Apple scripts
Rewritten for me so there’s no mistake

The wave was stiff as I surfed along
Encountering lies from a certain site
The emails I got were all so wrong
From an evil troll so impolite

This evil troll pounded my Mac
With ugly lies and terrible smears
The onslaught from this vicious attack
Felt like the fever from poisonous spears

I am not the one to take such beating
So I turned the troll into a coward
By challenging it to a friendly meeting
And it started to cry as if deflowered

Surfing the waves in digital joy
I usually don’t attack for sport
But when a troll attacks to destroy
I’d attack with haste as a last resort

Run, Liberal, Run

Truth in a whisper, a liberal’s around
Coward running from the truthful sound
Facts and evidence like fresh winter snow
Move in to destroy what he tried to sow.

Run, liberal, run came the internet blast
Truth riding roughshod from out of the past
An elephant joke told to cover his ass
Excuses to remain so silently crass

The world is much safer now than before
Al Qaeda got kicked in the Iraq war
But silence still lingers on my email rack
From the coward who lied, a simple fact

He squirms on himself as he makes no replies
When faced with the truth of his big lies
The elephant joke he repeats every day
Puts his cowardice and hate on display

Run, liberal, run, away from the fact
That you’re a sissy, a coward exact
Spreading your filth then running away
Like Gore and Carter, of whom you portray

The stone of cold silence hangs from your neck
A burden that only a fool would protect
You slander and smear but never bring proof
As if you’re a liberal, a podunker goof

This started in college, your lying career
Brainwashed by teachers, liars sincere
They hated America and loved ole Fidel
You bought it completely, oh, so swell

The elephant you speak is one of a lie
He lives in your heart, this truth you deny
He grows and he grows now 700 strong
But still you don’t see him or think you are wrong

You’ll lie and smear all those you oppose
And claim it’s the elephant that you expose
The truth lies in the silence of the cold stone
That you now wear like cheap cologne

The Source

He walks among the gilded group
The ones they call elite
Each one a lazy liberal dupe
Who just cannot compete

They lie about the ones they hate
It makes them feel complete
He buys into it without debate
And mimics their deceit

He cries when questioned on his views
Refusing to answer in arrogance
Hatred is fine for those who abuse
His right to his stone cold silence

He cries about his dad’s abuse
And thinks he’s right to judge
While not allowing an excuse
Holding hatred as his grudge

His moral compass is all relative
But not for those he opposes
He’s quick to say no alternative
His way is right, no supposes

Against the background of his hate
He claims the moral high ground
One can only imagine how irate
When faced with the truth renowned

His own actions are above the crowd
No judgement allowed on what he’s done
Yet he judges all whose words are loud
Against him said in truth and fun

His Dad was an evil, sinful man
Despised by all who knew him well
At least we know where his hate began
From a man of moral fiber, now in hell

Liberal Haiku

First lies, then silence
The liberal way, no credence
Just simply nonsense

To Banish Lies

What do you find in liberal lies
That you believe them all the time?
Do they provide you some disguise
To counteract their slime?

Why do you always believe the worst
About those you really hate?
Do you think you won’t be cursed
The truth to desecrate?

Why not turn toward what is real
And leave your lies behind?
Truth has never tried to conceal
The hatred in a person’s mind.

Aren’t you ashamed to be this way?
A strength you cannot find
To banish lies and hate today
And open up your mind!

To Satisfy Their Pride

From the dark of dawn
Their eyes still focus on
Hate-filled constant lies
Spread under morning skies

Their days of endless bliss
With truth now run amiss
Corrupting all their souls
Soon forced to pay the tolls

Since truth denied inside
To satisfy their pride
Cause those who freely lied
With futility to collide

Educated in the past
To hate those who’d cast
Doubt upon their lies
Shout loud their lying cries

The truth rips up their plea
Destroying all their vanity
Exploding in full flight
Hatred in its blight

I read the stuff you write
To see if you are right
So ugly is the page
Matching your inward rage

How sad the writer’s glee
In hate and evil so agree
To hope that terror wins
And slavery thus begins

So easy to conspire
In lust for their empire
Where lies are said as real
And tolerance to conceal

The end makes fine the means
As they control the scenes
Telling what is true and not
For those they now have bought