Shattered Dreams

His soul was torn and tattered
His face skewed up in hate
Each hateful dream and scheme shattered
By the truth that bore his fate
He lost the truth that mattered
While his soul was so desolate
His lies were still being scattered
By the minions he did create

A sour old man without a hope
He talked of hateful things to cope
With the truth that showed his sins
In the liberals’ garbage bins
His sleep was filled with nightmares
From his lies of world affairs
His heart was given long ago
To humanities’ greatest foe

Once given truth above it all
His pride bought the liberal lies
The hope he had for the final prize
Dimmed as he faced his final fall
A mind swamped with hate and bile
Became open to the the liberal way
There’s nothing wrong in wrong they say
As long as you’re not hostile

A man who doesn’t really care
About the truth of a liar’s hell
Will end up in the greatest despair
Living where good does not prevail
The hate and lies will become
Fuel feeding a remorseless bum
The hot fires burn for liar’s like him
So his fate looks mighty grim

The Demon

The demon in the liberal quickly gasped and spread the lies
As truth and honor disappeared in vapors in the morning skies
Yet the hate-filled demon could not break the one true noble heart
As he sat in the Oval Office changing the tone, truth to impart

Filled with determination, perseverance, and that which was true
He stood before the hate-filled demon with a smile he knew
Would infuriate the demon and take it beyond the rage of sanity
To the depths of evil malevolence in its lust for power and vanity

If Hitler once said that a lie told loud and long enough
Becomes the truth in the liberals with their brains of fluff
Then so too is truth only for those who are not filled with hate
Seeking not its light but looking for a way to this truth berate

To those of us who battle the demons in the liberal minions
May they continue to be guided by truth, not liars’ opinions
And may all the brave troops defending this truth across the land
Know we do humbly thank them for their selfless stand.
Without their powerful courage or their desire to be free
This country would be in the hands of a Muslim decree

Trivial Matters

You are a selfish kind of hater,
Always lying about those you hate.
Hating America makes you a traitor,
Living in the world you create.

I challenged you on the issues now,
But you ran away not slowly but fast.
You only discussed issues you allow;
So safe, so weak, but it won’t last.

I guess you can’t debate the lies you tell.
How can lies compete with what is true?
This explains why you run and yell
With your hands over your ears as well.

Over seven hundred thirty lies you’ve sent!
Funny how that number swells each passing day.
For each lie you tell, the further your descent.
In the end, you’ll be reminded of your evil way.

A lie has nothing to do with trivial matters.
Your lies both big and small have been recorded.
No remorse guarantees you a soul that shatters
On the burning lake as you are rewarded.

A Proverbial Bolt

There’ll never be a proverbial bolt from the blue
That strikes a liberal with the truth he should love.
We seekers of the truth from experience knew
A liberal lives lies, even when push comes to shove

I get the impression in the emails from you
That you’re set in your beliefs, damn what is true
You make me laugh when you refuse to view
Anything that may in your beliefs would screw

You think you are sensible, even that you are smart,
But when you a confronted with truth every day.
You rationalize and tell me from deep in your heart
You do not read truth if it counters your liberal way.

The last eight years have quickly gone by,
You’ve been wrong on all that you said.
Yet here you are, still trying to deny
The lies you have every day spread.

So I say again, no bolt from the blue
Will change liberals like you
You’ll change when you are through
Waiting in the final line for what’s due

The Messiah

Among the large and liberal crowd
With eyes of black and short dark hair
The messiah stood, surpassing proud
As the helpless lemmings he did ensnare

His smoothness could not be denied
So full of eloquent words in form
He pursed his lips of soft ebony hide
And then he smiled, a smile so warm

He felt the pride rise from in his soul
The pride of liberal remorseless sin
His eyes looked over the minions whole
Enraptured by his lies of spin
   
Beside him, money built up high
Illegal cash from commie friends
His soul was spent on this big try
An impossible task his lies to cleanse
 
With flowing lies of hate and greed
He moved among the crowds so near
To each he lied and tried to plead
Their votes. their votes so very dear

The time it passed and so so fast
The messiah fell upon his face
His words were proven lies at last
His hate grew stronger in disgrace
 
Iraq is lost we must get out
But Iraq was won despite his lies
He lied again and rushed about
We must we must help those guys
 
The messiah is slicker than ole Bill
His lies come out as gilded gold
The whole thing tends toward the surreal
The lies continue uncontrolled

The messiah blesses those who press
His palms with green and filthy lucre
The words of grace are to impress
The lemmings following the hustler

The messiah stated “I’m embarrassed”
About the language Americans speak
Go see him and listen to this linguist
No lemming dared to this fact critique

He worked for three years in his state
No one can state what he did
But ask his lemmings to a debate
They rant and rave, heaven forbid

He stated the war in Iraq was done
Al Qaeda beat us fair and square
We must admit defeat and run
Too bad, forgot the troops so rare

He claims he was a mighty professor
In Chicago, a brilliant mind
Yet he can give no scholarly assessor
To make the claim he’s such a find

The messiah said we all must learn
Spanish to visit with our southern guests
No Spanish word he speaks to earn
The right to speak of our transgress

He wants to be our personal redeemer
Forcing us out of our current plight
He’ll heal the planet as a dreamer
No one will ever want to fight

The messiah says he’ll never lie
A liberal full of love and joy
But if you dare to him deny
He’ll come to you and destroy

So now voter it’s time to decide
A messiah’s come and gone already
Do you really need the lying pride
Of one who is mentally unsteady

Punks On Cocaine

The liberal disease owns you
Like those weird punks on cocaine
Looking to get some blow
As they quickly approach the insane

Your hate fills the screen
When you send me your rant
Cocaine ain’t ever seen
Addiction this indignant

There’s no medical treatment
For this brain-eating sort
The cure there’s agreement
Execute and deport

Bigtime Hill

As common sense is laid to rest
Spiteful words come out to sing
The hate-filled words of Satan’s best
Prove once more the liberal thing

Your email states my poems are junk
Read by few and enjoyed by none
Yet in them is no liberal bunk
No lies of hate to be undone

You went so silent on the stone
Of Bush’s win in Iraq so great
You failed to mention this very known
In your words of stupid liberal hate

You failed to address the current tie
Between your baboon, the elite
And McCain, the hero, who doesn’t lie
Who will soon be in the White House seat

You waste your time on lies and hate
Running away from truth and sense
Why not take the time to really debate
The issues I raise about the liberal pretense

You stated the surge is dumb and wrong
Waltzing around what’s true and real
Obama and you both sing the song
Of hateful spite and liberal zeal

While soldiers fight to win this war
You chide and lie and hope they lose
As a terrorist’s bought and paid for whore
You slink away without any clues

Why not admit you were wrong to state
The lies about the last four years
Of disgusting words of liberal hate
Not you, a bigtime Hill, or so it appears

MS (masters in stupidity)

Various degrees of antipathy
Run amok in your legacy
Living a life of infancy
Your writing’s not reality
You chide us for our brutality
Soldiers waiting for mortality
Hate-filled, biased liberality
Senseless waste of mentality
You with a masters in stupidity

Words’ Puerile

You simply don’t get this thing called real,
But then you’re a liberal and you never will.
The lies you tell proves your lack of skill,
Proving once more, the truth you can’t fulfill.

What is it that you see in your ideal?
A lying fraud with hate-filled zeal?
For such low standards oft reveal
The workings of an unbalanced wheel.

What is it that makes you conceal
When you are wrong in all you deal?
When you sit down to eat a meal
Do you call it steak when it’s really veal?

You send me words of hate surreal
Without regard to our shared name Hill.
You sit up high there in podunkville,
Playing king with your words so shrill.

The lies you spread are your Achilles’ heel
The truth like an arrow will make you ill
Hitting you hard and making you kneel
The end result of your words’ puerile

Racial Doom

In his arrogant splendor, with his crowds growing
With their cheers and chants of messiah flowing
On the golden thrown the baboon proudly stood
Spewing forth the words his masters said he should

Flip flopping fish out of water in the breeze
To abandon truth and honor, a liberal disease
Trumped by this same truth and the reality
Of his deep down hate for his own country

His graceful dance and smooth retorts
Now turn to fear of messing in his shorts
As McCain is sworn into the Oval Room
Hussein will cry and call it racial doom

The Lazy Way Out

Don’t you find it funny how things end up
I think this over as I sip coffee from my cup
To look at things like a liberal, it’s impossible
But try as I may, it’s simply not reasonable

An idea came gently and then I knew
They’re all lazy while hate they pursue
Listening to lies in their liberal way
That’s why they’re hateful even today

Lying about George was the lazy way out
Don’t have to argue just point and shout
There no rejoicing in the land where they live
It’s evil and mean and for a damn they don’t give

Always seeing evil that matches their pride
They think they’re entitled, along for the ride
They hate without reason and loathe freedom’s call
Giving their support to Al Qaeda, its killers and all

Living In a Green Spittoon

Desperate attempts to defend lying statements are the last gasp of the hate-filled liberal (Cecil Hill, July 2008)

Upon the sea of lies the podunker sails
He rants and raves with great details
About the mortal sins all neocons tell
As Bush and friends bid him farewell

Reduced to a blabbering mound of hate
With creds in tattered shreds sedate 
This cowardly farce continues the rant
“They’re evil and dirty!” we hear him chant 

Driven by hatred from way down deep, 
And believing lies from the darkened keep
The podunker sat motionless, glued to his seat
For in the night, a vision of his own defeat

Obama’s long toasted as you can see
The surge is working, I guarantee
He’ll never be in the oval place
A baboon in trouble, fallen from grace

He’s flopped and he’s flipped throughout the night
Amidst shouts of anger to the neocon’s delight
The cartoon was funny on the New Yorker’s front
He’s crying and screaming, “why were they so blunt?”

At the sea of lies there are no celebrations
Obama got busted for his fabrications
The podunker cries in his liar's hot tea
His hateful dream left with his honesty

So now you know the futures true 
Of liars who follow the Obama crew
They’re filled with lies by a big baboon
Then quickly spit out in a green spittoon

The Lie You Told

You told a lie, a lie you told
Yes, so very bold
This lie you told
The lie you told was, oh, so cold
Yes so very bold
The lie you told
Was so cold

This lie was sealed in rotten mold
Rotten from the lie you told
The lie of which was, oh, so bold
Of ugly, smelly mold so old

This lie was bought and behold
It fell apart as it was sold
The lie you told was, oh, so cold
Fell apart as it was sold

You ran and tried to pay some gold
To keep the lie from growing mold
This lie of which you told so bold
It fell apart when it was sold

But no one wanted to take your gold
For the lie you told
Yes, oh, so cold
The lie you told grew old with mold
And fell apart as it was sold

Now you wonder, why did this unfold
For this lie you told
Oh, so cold
Did fall apart when it was sold



You invited all with gifts of gold
To buy the lie already told
Yes, this lie you told
Oh, so cold
Which fell apart when it was sold

They all repeated when they were polled
Why the lie you told
Oh, so bold
Fell apart when it was sold

All lies grow mold
When sold with gold
And when they’re old
End uncontrolled

Their Words of Shame

Where liars spin their words of shame
And sucks the teat of the hate-filled dems,
Where coward podunks con the lame
And trap the minds like broken limbs,
Then roar their hate to all the rest 
And continue with the lies they made,
In monument to their hate obsessed
While truthful works are left to fade.

When podunk dhimmi tries to say
English words in constant lies
The truth fades out that very day
As dhimmi tries to improvise.
How often has he been busted
For lies he’s sent without the facts.
Normal people are disgusted
With these smears and ugly attacks.

Where is the virtue of a man
Who preaches love and tolerance
Then carries out the devil’s plan
Of hate-filled lies in evil rants.
How sounds the name of Christian love
In ravaged words of sinful spite
And fists up high against God above
As liars gather for their own delight.

Where is the virtue in this plague
Of evil spells cast by liberal demons?
Chance I to ask the one who said
Iraq is lost and there were no reasons?
Should I ask but this lone question
Directed to the liberal podunk bold?
Bet you a hundred or a million
The response is silence of the stone cold!

Upon The Abyss

I’m trying to construe
All the lies I get from you
For a person so blind
You think you’re so refined

I’m trying to explain
The hate within your brain
For a person so dumb
Look what you’ve become

I’m trying to depict
How easy you get kicked
For lying about your hate
And blaming it on fate

I see your full disdain
In your meager little brain
Toward all the words I send
You just can’t comprehend

I read your hate-filled crap
It sounds like you’re a sap
Buying into all the lies
About the people you despise

A Spin Cycle

I always wonder why
Each day that passes by
You always tell a lie
This you cannot deny

In all the mail you sent
There’s lies in their content
With every lie you send
You buy your own sad end

You refuse to send any facts
Just rant with smear attacks
The room is full of hate
That is just what you create

You think Obama’s great
Since he hates the things you hate
Your ideas are rotten trash
As Obama rakes in the cash

The world Obama dreams
Will bring us to extremes
The end of peace is near
The results will be severe

Obama flops so much
A liar out of touch
He’s against the NSA
Before he voted for it today

He will get our troops out now
Except he does not know just how
He will use the public cash
But he now has too much stash

Flip flop, flip flop, flip flop
Ask a question and he’ll stop
You don’t agree with what he said
Wait for tomorrow he’ll spin you head

Providing Proof

I do not have to prove anything I send to you (The Little Dhimmi)

Shall lies you spew find no retreat
In your liberal arrogant year
Lies told but never discreet
When belief casts out the truth so clear

Shall the spirits that worship hate
Cover the truth in their darkened glow
Recant, and spew the lies that show
Your beliefs to this truth desecrate

Shall you in your silent stone so cold
Redefine your beliefs in the liars mart
And run away quickly from the truth so bold
Hate-drenched words from a stone cold heart

Shall you once more refuse my demand
Of providing proof for your words of hate
Hate rooted deeply not even you can understand
It’s doubtful from such a liberal reprobate

A Proofless State

Truth! What powers you give to those so driven
What bright glow comes to the one who knows
Without your light there’s no truth given
So words of hate flow from unclean souls

Truth! How often smitten by hate-filled men
Spoken words without your support
Bitter reminders of man's selfish sin
Introducing him to the last resort

Truth! Please, my master, lead me straight
Stop those who lie with reasoned word
Liars thriving in a proofless state
Poisoning the minds with things absurd

Truth! Gather forth the words of shining
Blind the left who look for slander
Lying dogs weaned from truth’s own dining
Let them starve in their hateful grandeur

Standards

You live by standards, not one but two
Bush is Hitler so a Nazi am I
A lie so flagrant it can’t be true
But the truth is not important so lie

Cheney’s the devil and so am I
He’s evil and sinful so corrupt indeed
Saddam was good, a most ignorant lie
For he was a terrorist, it’s easy to read

Bush is a coward and a shirker too
You bought it and spread it, believing it’s true
The Dan Rather docs slammed the face off of you
But rationalizing was all you could do

I asked you politely to send me some facts
No facts were needed you said from elites like you
The words that you speak will always be true
So now we see a coward afraid of attacks

Your slams against McCain were over the top
A cuntman, a cuntman you thrice yelled out
He’s a cuntman, an abuser it’s what he’s about
You even said I was from the exact same crop

I ask you, my brother, for the truth on the spot
Is it OK for you to slander and then cry
While preaching against my similar lie
The difference, I know, you believe your lies and I do not

Slander On You

Big lies are fine
Like left-wing’s wine
As their lies come out there’s no reason to malign
Left-wing’s so fair
Their evidence rare
The heart of truth has been broken for so long
With ugly slander you’ve gone along
Wrong, wrong, so very wrong

You’ve been called a name
To ruin your fame
You cry and weep and cause much shame
You spread your lies
But the truth defies
McCain’s a “cuntman” for you OK
But slander on you no one can say
Dear hypocrite, time to pray, pray, pray

Such Great Delight

Watching you run from the truth each night
Is truly this conservative’s great delight.
“The P-word’s a lie!” With tears in your eyes
You cried and tried to justify your own lies.

“It’s perfectly fine for me to lie,” says you
“But a neocon cannot such a terrible thing do.”
For liberals are noted for their integrity
And the P-word cuts into that reality.

The stone cold silence of truthful real
Moved rapidly across your liberal zeal.
Silence arrived on schedule this time
No new surprises for this man of rhyme.

The excuses you used were never bought
You’re running away from the truth so hot
Iraq is won by the Bush regime
Another lie proven so it would seem.

The yellow cake was moved to Canada land
What’s that you said about the Niger brand?
No nuke research, Saddam did not cheat
Seems that’s a lot of cakes for him to eat!

Your boy Obama has changes his stance
Changing his mind for every dance
Oh, it’s OK you yell and shout
McCain also just flops about.

But wait a second with your lying crimes
You stated it clearly- forty eight times.
Send me the list of McCain’s flip-flopping
Or be prepared for more personal chopping.

The P-Word

Ahh, let’s turn now our attention
To the P-word and its comprehension.
You cried about its meaning’s mean,
Never mind on me your vented spleen.

You thought it right and honest told
To call a man, the cuntman bold.
No proof you gave and neither me,
Both these words so truth-free.

With not a thought of being right,
You called the Bush a Hitler fright.
With proof supreme he did not lie,
But to this fact you still deny.

As you forced your hate upon my screen,
You did not care - such a liberal routine.
Insulted by the lies you made and told,
I asked for proof - you went stone cold.

Your mindless drivel got great reviews
From hate-filled nuts on oped news.
The drivel they loved and you kept feeding
Were lies of hate and totally misleading.

How dare you write me with your threat!
The P-word was a lie, why so upset?
You lie each time you send a mail,
It’s not OK for me, but OK for Dale?

Reality says there’s not much chance
For liberals like you to change your dance.
No P-word from me will grace your screen,
Unless, of course, you don’t change your routine!

Practice Now

Your misery must be really deep
To send me crap without the facts
The hatred in your soul must be on max
To send such silly liberal attacks
Suggest you practice for November - WEEP

Brain of Animosity

Your hatred came in view,
And you
Smiled happily in his face
Your lips with him a kissed embrace
And lovingly you watched him with open eye
Then, as you turned away, you saw
In your hate-filled thoughts, the end flaw
Some day, when you are crying for your past
When all the world has seen the lies you have cast
You both will find your common place
Him a sore on your ass and you licking it in disgrace
The sore you’re licking of course will be
The one you find on your brain of animosity

Ode to the Liberal Mind

O liberal mind what sparks your being
From your depths comes instant lying
When confronted then comes fleeing

Cowardice and lies in a hate-filled dance
Surely you can do better if not by chance
Surely you know the truth in advance

What makes you lie so readily
Surely your mind’s eye can see
The great truth I send you daily

Like a sick man who does little boys
Their lives this man destroys
Liberal liars make the same noise

O liberal mind what sparks your hate
Why act elite and always berate
The truth I send in every debate

I challenge you, O liberal mind
To prove the lies you always find
Not the cold stone silent kind

A Dark Victim Of Wrath

Proven a liar in the dirt-ball called his brain
His passion for his hatred left him totally insane

As his life dimmed to obscurity in the setting of the sun
He neither grieved nor cared about the evil he had done

He gnashed his teeth when told what’s true
Then yelled and screamed ‘til his face turned blue

He called McCain all kinds of names
But refused to play in reversal games

He spent a lifetime full of hate for the right
A passion unrelenting in full-figured delight

He harbored an infection, a brain full of scourge
A disease called rejection of the Iraqi surge

Through veins full of nasty he continued the attack
Writing words which were lies from a soul totally black

The good guys were listening to this oratory flood
Black liar’s ink dressed up with his venomous blood

We passed on a warning as he went insane
A dirt-ball brain in mourning that brought so much pain

He died, hateful and tragic, a dark victim of wrath
He’d once walked with truth along life’s narrow path

The Errors Of Your Way

So, dear brother, what wrong did you think today?
Are you going tell the lie about McCain again?
Maybe you will hang your cold stone the same old way
Silence does indeed become your senseless brain!

Each new day brings me hope for a change
A change that will make you see the errors of your way
But, alas, liberals live a life so very strange
Lies are thought as truth and truth they always betray

Oh, wait now. You are trying to disagree
How clever! Suggest you read the news
The surge is working as anyone can see
The answer is simple: truth you’ll always refuse

So how does if feel to be a man of hate?
To wake up each morning with seething in your heart?
Like cocaine in you bloodstream, it just won’t dissipate
Only hate would cause a man from truth so readily depart

So what will it be now, you sorry excuse for a brother
More lies and smears for the one you don’t support
Or will you just make up the shit like you did the other
Perhaps it’s time we committed the execute and deport

Ignorant Spite

Ignorant spite
Total hate
Never right
Quick berate

Lies again
Liberal scum
Can’t abstain
Really dumb

More uncouth
Lies again
Hates truth
Now insane

Thinks elite
Daily crap
More deceit
Same claptrap

Satan’s guy
Kissing ass
Can’t deny
Burned en masse

The Great Pretender

The last time out, you ran the court
The game you played was for the power
Lies counted as scores in hateful support
As you looked for truth to devour

The great pretender, thinking you had the power
You heard the truth but spread the lies
Proof of wrong brings silence hour after hour
Still you played on the court you so despise

The lies you told were weak and full of strife
Opposed to truth and what is right
Pilfering, plundering the truth out of life
While you continued the game in utter delight

My dear older brother, an enemy near
I pray this game ends some day soon
Continuing down this road I fear
Will bring only pain to you, a buffoon

A Man With No Tact

Little Dhimmi was a man with no tact
Who lived in a podunker shack
He tried to avoid the truth told by men
Denying it with his sick grin

Now Dhimmi had a problem well known
(This happens to liberals alone)
He lies through his teeth and through his ass
As if he were passing gas

He lied about Bush and he lied about Cheney
He lied about those who would disagree
And the stench of these lies grew huge in their size
A perfect vision of his hate-filled despise

His mouth formed the words and his tongue spit them out
As his hatred grew proportionally without doubt
But into the wind his brain blew a fuse
Leaving a body of lies without news

Now this situation was the main reason
Why the Dhimmi repeats each season
He can’t tell a lie, he seems to imply
Because liberals are in short supply

So Dhimmi kept lying and ran to us all in a rage
Like a moronic liberal on a shakespearian stage
He blurted out absurd after absurd
So we kicked him real hard so he would not be heard

This shimmering pile of excrement waste
Smelled as bad as anything faced
But the Dhimmi was strong and refused to retreat
So he kept turning them out, those lies of deceit

Think!

Slinking down before your computer screen

think!

for until it gets written, memory's short-lived.

you’ll never see what I´ve seen

think!

reality through your brain is wisdom sieve

You Give Your Time To Hate

You give your time to hate
The grave awaits you fresh
Life begs against this trait
To depend upon your flesh

You give your time to hate
Look past your inward fright
Life offers more than debate
On this you’re never right

You give your time to hate
When reason should prevail
Life makes this as the fate
For those who often fail

You give your time to hate
While others fight and die
Life makes you so irate
So for truth you use the lie

I have no time to hate
The grave still hinders me
Since time does not abate
I prepare for eternity

Sweet Hope

Lies, liberal smears, I know not what they mean
Lies from the depth of your hateful despair
Rise from your soul and spread forth so obscene
The truth you hide and seem not to care
Hatred of the truth and you so unaware

Brother, as remember'd well before your spin
Into the arms of liberal, angered hate-filled scum
You, once a child of truth, seeking from within
Now buy the lies and spread the hate from
Empty head, hollow heart and words so dumb

Now as you spread your hate, your lies of disgrace
I wonder how it came to be
My brother, oh so dear, with left-wing terror did embrace
A vision from a great epiphany
Must have left him blind and empty

And sweet the hope I sometimes wishful pray
That truth comes to you in your dreams
Wakening you from the darkness where you stay
Your eyes opened to your stupid extremes
But, alas, you are not clever so it seems

The Vacuum

Debating the vacuum that fills up your mind
Each issue I send, you can’t seem to find
To debate you is fever magnified by ten
What use is English, when you can’t even begin
Arrow-sharp logic slices into your bones
Your mind is a joke, you’re dumb as the stones

My ripping continues and it bloodies your brain
Forcing stone silence again and again
Your face is as thick as the raw on the hide
Doubling the anguish that’s deep in your pride
As the truth rolls you over like dogs on a grill
Your blistered integrity reacts with a squeal

Scattered excuses roll out from your lips
Filled full of lies you’ve read from lib scripts
My logic still plunders and wrecks havoc on you
You simply go silent like a lobster in stew
Your hatred is blatant and grounded in fear
You run from the truth and that is quite clear

I wait for your statements but none do I hear
Conversing with corpses for more than a year
Unrelenting and vile for weeks and weeks
Suddenly you’re quiet, how thick are your cheeks
Strong is the hatred that drives you to this
Weak is the mind that denies truth exists

The gloom you forecast each day and each night
Keeps your mind twisting away from what’s right
The surge is destroying you a piece at a time
Each terrorist killed uncovers your crime
You pray for the defeat of our troops in the fight
And hope Bush is murdered in your dreams of delight

You say you are tolerant but tolerant of what?
The hatred you’ve shown proves that you’re not
This poem is about you and your disgusting emails
Send me some responses with proof and details

Liar's Ink

I’ve never read such junk as yours
Written in liar’s ink
Matches perfectly the trash of Gore’s
About global warming with it’s human link

Twas you who said Duckworth and Hackett
Were now on the Congressional floor
It’s seems you lied and couldn’t back it
So you refused to say any more

Now I am a man who is gentle and kind
And I am quick to forget the big lies
But your constant smears you’re about to find
Will be slammed and all that this implies

You bought a book to prove I’d lied
About Bush having looted and stolen
But your book was true and it denied
The lie which had just been spoken

You liberals had lied and forged the docs
That Dan Rather had advertised
They were proven untrue and Dan took the knocks
But you still believed. Why am I not surprised!

So quick are you with words of hate
Why not relax and think awhile
Before you eagerly start to berate
Get evidence before you become so hostile

E AND D

So, dear brother, what wrong did you think today?
Are you going tell the lie about McCain again?
Maybe you will hang your cold stone the same old way
Silence does indeed become your senseless brain!

Each new day brings me hope for a change
A change that will make you see the errors of your way
But, alas, liberals live a life so very strange
Lies are thought as truth and truth they always betray

Oh, wait now. You are trying to disagree
How clever! Suggest you read the news
The surge is working as anyone can see
The answer is simple: truth you’ll always refuse

So how does if feel to be a man of hate?
To wake up each morning with seething in your heart?
Like cocaine in you bloodstream, it just won’t dissipate
Only hate would cause a man from truth so readily depart

So what will it be now, you sorry excuse for a brother
More lies and smears for the one you don’t support
Or will you just make up the shit like you did the other
Perhaps it’s time we committed the execute and deport

The Great Pretender

The last time out, you ran the court
The game you played was for the power
Lies counted as scores in hateful support
As you looked for truth to devour

The great pretender, thinking you had the power
You heard the truth but spread the lies
Proof of wrong brings silence hour after hour
Still you played on the court you so despise

The lies you told were weak and full of strife
Opposed to truth and what is right
Pilfering, plundering the truth out of life
While you continued the game in utter delight

My dear older brother, an enemy near
I pray this game ends some day soon
Continuing down this road I fear
Will bring only pain to you, a buffoon

Come Clean

You are walking blind
Living in a place without light
The liberal lies infest your mind
With hate-filled rants and ugly spite

You claim you do not reinforce
Reinforce what? Lies and deceit.
You buy into every liberal source
Lies upon lies you gladly greet

I have sent you a dozen times, a demand
Prove your source or admit you’re wrong
As with cold silence you take your stand
You\re above repute when singing your song

But I have news for you, you lying scum
You’re singing’s off tune in the key of flee
Your songs are garbage, filth and dumb
Come clean and admit you lied to me

Reinforcements

Satan came one night to reinforce him with some strife
That strife he took and used it so, reinforced it with a lie
Based on lies he believed, he reinforced it with his life
Reinforcing lies with strife means hate he’ll soon supply

So in his life of strife he reinforced his liar’s path
Hatred grew its cancer cells until reinforcements
Came calling with a hateful reinforced wrath
Reinforcing his hate-filled sentiments

The Formula For Sorrow

You risk your life with what your lying brings
The formula for your sorrow
You spread your hate among good things
You weep not for this pain, no hope for the marrow

The tortured dope behind your cry
Ignores the evil voices
With hate-filled lies and nasty rants the truth you do deny
So your fate is earned with these dopey choices

To sour the grapes of sweet white wine
With evil’s somber verses
Is to poison the food as one does dine
The end of which is your evil curses

You Want To Bet?

I read your lies this week again
They have to be your very worst
A hate-filled heart you still maintain
I wonder when with hate you’ll burst


It was the lie of McCain’s bad word
You claim he admitted with regret
But, alas, this statement is quite absurd
He didn’t say it, you want to bet?

Buffoonery

You lied again today and I asked why
It’s not a lie if a liberal says it, you reply
Facts say otherwise you liberal goon
Facts are not relative you lying buffoon

The Brilliant Surge

Hate is your very own reality
secure, ugly in its simplicity
So lonely is your day and so too at night
a suckled sound from terror and fright

The hate was there when you began
your long journey into Satan's plan
You bought into the social lies
Marx so bright in your silly eyes

You grew up weak without esteem
Marx grabbed you, put you on his team
The lies he spoke you lapped in glee
in hopes they would make you free

Hate was your first burnished guide
Hate America filled up your pride
With these lies you bore no tears
in your heart there were only smears

The truth came, burning deep within your core
They bought you off as if you were a whore
Now truth stands defiantly against your words
Bush was right about Iraq and his brilliant surge

Sleep Not Spared

Deep, deep, the evil where you lie, so deep
Neutered by the truth, the lies are piled heap on heap
With hate on hate and spite on spite
Not once have you spoken what is right
Wrong, wrong, the lies you spread with such delight

You, a eunuch of the lie, once removed from fate
Who considers what you say is once more great
Stink, stink, the lies you write, do stink
Nothing there to make a real man think
You face the truth but then there comes the blink

Run, run, you liberal, run away from  facts
Neutered by the truth, you rationalize the truth you lack
No proof you give for all your fairy tales
You, an author with all your published sales
Do not belong to the gender we call males

Smear, smear the good men on the right
Blind to truth, you rant of things with no foresight
You lied about the word you love to hear
From McCain's own lips you shouted oh, so clear
He admitted it, you stated as if you were sincere

Eat, eat, the crap you spin yourself, so cheap
For those who sow the lie, they themselves will reap
Burn, burn, the end result of what you have prepared
The lies you've shouted and the hate you have declared
Will soon return to meet you in your sleep not spared

Soul's Hate Stored

A hate-filled heart
From humans part
Lost to the deep
As in a sleep

Lies told outward
From soul’s hate stored
Defines the man
Where from he ran

You run away
Each breaking day
A coward’s plan
Not a real man

I gave a chance
A way perchance
To prove your prose
But you oppose

Your Nightmare Dreams

Your hate-filled lies go far and wide
Most come out your smelly backside
and they’re endlessly evil and so putrified

On Life’s long road you’ve lost your sight
Of honor and decency and truthful light
With words so dark to bright sunlight

I’ve proven you wrong, a thousand times
But all you do is repeat your crimes
Your darkened, hate-filled heart, it seems
Bound to Obama’s utopia ignorant dreams

Cunt-adorned visions of dirty schemes
You love it in your slander, unfulfilled dreams
The prose you write condemns your soul
To cunt-adorned visions: the ultimate poll

Big and small lies run riot in your soul
Sinking you deeper in that liberal hole
Truth and honor you’ve lost in vain
Listen, listen again!
When the final trumpets begin their screams
It will be loud and clear, your nightmare dreams

The Flunky

Dhimmi the flunky is a brainless ass
He repeats all the lies about McCain enmasse
But as for his bosses, the liberals of Hussein
Talking crap from his mouth matches the fact he’s insane

Dhimmi the flunky is ignorance upfront
If all you have is the single word cunt
Flaunt it you flunky and watch us all laugh
At a fool and a podunker, on Hussein’s behalf