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