Sarah The Barracuda

Oh, liberal your lying lips
Are tensed to spread your ugly scripts

Against Ms. Sarah on this her day
Bright accolades will fade away
To lies of hate in liberal display
Along their ceaseless evil way
The liberals talk words of decay
We’re in a recession so they say
Against the economics of the day
We all must sit around and pray
For all to forgive our American way
Sarah can’t help McCain today
So go on home and to us obey

A barracuda quickly strips
The lies apart as she easily rips
Anyone who in Obama worships

Tomorrow Morn By Light

I sit and watch the liberals play
With hate-filled fantasies of yesterday
Fade into the reality of today
Their world just crashed into decay

Their days are filled with things not true
Building their hate for Sarah so new
They’re searching for lies to pursue
To slam her life on her debut

By sunrise tomorrow morn by light
Their hate-filled lies will be in sight
They’ll call her a redneck not so bright
A mother abandoning her children’s plight

The facts of her greatness they’ll deny
And continue their whine and tearful cry
She’s only a token, an ugly political lie
They’ll scream and yell in their reply

But life goes on as I sit and smile
At the liberals’ hate and bitter vile
There nothing as funny or more worthwhile
As watching the liberals act infantile

Exploding Heads

So in the end John picked Sarah.
The Moonbats heads explode.
Hillary’s face drips with mascara,
As it crashes into the glass commode.

A token! A token! They in unison shout.
A female token, a Republican fake.
Never mind what Obama’s about,
Just shout the lines for heaven’s sake!

She’s not experienced enough to be
The Commander in Chief or the President.
An interesting comment we must agree,
From those who buy Obama’s ascent. 

Alzheimers Or Gullibility

In the sea of gullibility
The none teleprompter rolls
A device filled with culpability
For a podunker’s lying woes

Alzheimers enters his mind
He floats in another dimension
His lies have simply left him behind
While trying to reach a new horizon

His mind and body have left reality
No longer concerned with what is true
As his mind toys with abnormality
What can I say, what can I do?

His mind roams up in the sky
As he embraces spiritual gullibility
Buying into the Obama lie
Alzheimers rules with ruthless inflexibility

As his journey comes to an end
His body, mind and soul have become
Trash to be placed in the rubbish bin
As he faces who in November won

The Solitary Void

The Little Dhimmi inhabits an ugly, sinister, solitary void
One where hate is adopted and logic destroyed
He is wrong! As wrong as Obama is the new messiah
He represents what it means to be a hate-filled Jeremiah
I laugh at his ignorance as he stands and stares at the sun
For in his hate and his lies his whole life comes undone
Yet I feel for Little Dhimmi as he sits in the rain
Praying that the liberal socialist utopia will remain
He has lived the lie of liberalism most of his life
I have seen it from a distance as it causes him strife
I often wonder to myself when he’ll see this dumb schlock
A soul tormented as reality passes him by like an aging clock
The reason I write this is simple and true
Little Dhimmi’s my brother so what can I do
The truth is important for all who would seek
But a brother is special so why is he so weak
I’ll stand by my brother knowing he’s not in the light
Loyalty is hoping that tomorrow he’ll wake from his night

The Convention Lament

The convention is over, the libs have gone away
Now you sit in front of your TV wondering in dismay
Why is Obama behind with all this money spent?
Your convention was a joke so go ahead and lament

I don’t know what you expected to find
Must be the liberal part of your feeble mind
Obama’s a joke, a socialist who never had a prayer
Just watch from your living room, in your favorite chair

Come November I’m sure, your eyes will grow wide
The first thing you’ll realize is there’s no place to hide
You and your liberal Democrats have just been had
By a socialist American hater someone really bad

From the depths of his hatred he touched your heart string
Repeating the lies you believed and were eager to sing
A smile on his face, soothing sounds from his face
And you thought he was Jesus from a different race

What happened to your liberal wonderland
The liberal utopia or something more grand
It was a joke not a dream that you followed him for
He was a product of Chicago, a political whore

The liberal’s an idiot, a child full of crap
Easily conned by such a Chicago sap
No gold can be paid to change this fate
Alas, for you, it will be lost on your hate

Dearly Ignorant

So ignorant and yet so dear
On your thoughts that’s how I feel
A liberal has no moral fear
He’s neither helpful nor sincere

I write this poem today
Addressing emotion and my care
About the lies you send my way
I simply don’t know what to say

Frustrations overwhelm me
As I ponder the words to this poem
Am I wrong or can’t you see
Barack Obama, who is he?

A stranger not too long ago
A smoother talker that’s for sure
But you’re voting for one you don’t know
Is he real or is he just for show?

The ads that McCain has shown
Are they lies or are they truth?
You are voting for the unknown
This really makes me stop and groan

What’s more important in your heart
A true hero who has walked to talk
Or an America constantly pulled apart
By lies and crap you liberals do impart?

As I sit and write this brilliant verse
I remember all the lies you’ve sent
As if you need the lies to reverse
The love you’ve shown for things perverse

Again I ask this question true
Why lie about the things you disagree
Hate by itself is but a witch’s brew
Of lies you’ve decided to pursue

Obama will lose his quest for sure
He lies and says the things you like
But I worry about how you will endure
As the White House McCain does secure

The Reality of America

I gazed at my screen, what did I see?
Another liberal lie addressed to me.
The lie comes forward as if floating on air
One moment a blank, then it’s right there!

Pausing a moment to slow down my fright,
I see my brother’s name in plain sight.
It’s quite strange; his lies so obvious as before.
Could it be he doesn’t know he’s a bore?

If not, he’s deluded with rage way too much.
This obviously makes him totally out of touch.
The reality of American is simple but hard,
“Americans are conservative,” thus says this Bard.

There is such a thing as morality after all,
For everyone who thinks he’ll not fall.
My brilliant analysis of the facts in this case
Tells me for sure this is not about race.

All kinds of crap the liberals spew out
But race is not what this contest’s about.
Americans are not stupid nor lame as ducks,
It’s about reality and some mighty big bucks.
 
All kinds of weird and strange hateful critters,
Now stand with the liberals, it gives me the jitters!
Some are terrorists who don’t care about laws,
Others are socialists, just pursuing their cause.

Watching todays’ liberals is like turning a stone
A darkened den where the sun’s never shone.
We all know in an instant the truth’s big light,
Will scare all these critters and put them to flight!
 
A liberal, you see, can’t stand the light of the day,
Without lying about it and then running away.
 The truth is too much for these imbeciles to see,
So come November they will lose, I guarantee!

The Dhimmicrats Convention

The old lies linger, liberals stare
Into the lights in hopes the truth to impair.
Whines streak from their lips worn bare
From kissing ass and the big fanfare.

The truth still stands but they don’t care,
Obama the Messiah will lead to somewhere.
They dance and gag themselves in prayer
For the vomit and lies they plan to share.

These lies now appear to be threadbare,
Ignorant words of hate beyond compare.
Yet here we are once more; forced to bare,
The liars in their Denver TV love affair.

Now here is Hillary on the stage to declare
Her love of Obama and his campaign dare.
Filling the room with her own bloatware,
As the hate in her eyes makes her nostrils flare.

There’s something strange in all this fanfare,
No poll bounce for Obama in the coming warfare.
The polls are equal or John’s ahead a bit to spare.
Could it be that 2008 will be the liberals’ big nightmare?

The Crown

Wish I
Knew why
Each day you lie
And then deny

Spin and spew
Without a clue
The lies anew
Cast by you

Lies so wrong
Yet go along
Proof so strong
Lies don’t belong

Words of ease
No expertise
Just to appease
Those who seize

You liberals know
It’s just for show
When you bestow
The crown on O

My Evening Spent In Frivolity

A lie you sent one dark summer’s night
I read it just to see
What liberal crap you think is right
Just you, the lie and me

The lie you sent with envy
While wishing it were true
Proved once more you’re not free
From the hate from which it grew

The falling polls were songs of truth
From the lies the liberals told
It didn’t matter aged or youth
These songs were going gold

My evening spend in frivolity
Reading the crap you sent
Shows us the liberal stupidity
And the current liberal lament

Old As Time

This story is as old as time
So I decided to give it rhyme
No truth has ever a liberal stated
Oil and water have never mated

For each time liberals speak
I’m amazed at their technique
Of double-talk and nuanced word
In lying attacks on issues blurred

Passionate hate is their melody
They sing it in evil harmony
A hate so gross it defies the mind
Of we who are part of human kind

The liberals crave the halls of power
To force us all to kneel and cower
Mere mortals we have no right to choose
As these great pretenders our rights abuse

This story is really as old as time
The liberals reek of hate and slime
But alas for them the truth will beat
Their lying words and evil deceit

No way a liberal will ever force
My mind to accept their liar’s course
I stand for justice and truth for all
No matter where the chips may fall

There Is A Place

There is a place where lies run free
A place filled with hate and jealousy
Liberal lies deluge one’s mind
And cause this place with reality to intertwine

As I watch this place of ugly dreams
With its lies and liberal schemes
I think of all the awful harm
This place has caused with much alarm


I’ve fought against the lying flow
That rushes out of this place so low
Each day I see this reality
And am greeted by its immorality

Joe Schmoe

Hussein picks Joe the Schmoe
As a mate for the political show
Joe steals words as we all know
But will this help polls to grow

My Poetry Is True

I know my poetry is true
It’s pressing and it’s new
I know my poetry will last
As it covers the liberal cast
The common truth, the logic tongue
Binds all the verses in lovely song
Then if by luck or truthful spell
Sounds of my verse makes you tell
At last, the truth, you have found
No more pounding of the ground

Never Trust A Liberal

A liberal stood before me
A liar through and through
So hateful were his comments
I knew they were all untrue

But how do you tell a fool
His beliefs are filled with holes
How do you change the minds
Of people who have no souls

How dare these liars accuse
All those they do so hate
Of racism and hypocrisy
And then refuse a real debate

I am an honest thinker
And try to speak what’s true
But it is rather ridiculous
The lies I’ve read from you

All liberals I have known
Follow this liberal way
They must think we are dumb
Not to believe what they all say

All liberals end up lying
Such a fact is easily seen
If you doubt this factual statement
Just ask them what they mean

When a socialist comes a courting
And lies about his wares
Just ask him what he’s selling
And watch him put on airs

For a liberal is a liar
This truth I can attest
Just ask him what he is saying
Then watch his big protest

There is no such thing as honesty
In the heart of those who lie
So never trust a liberal
Just say a quick goodbye

The Breath Of Truth

O when will the breath of truth cause your mind to glow?
There to remain forever beyond the days
Of your childish liberal madness: I really want to know.
Reach now for the truth to set your soul ablaze
With the full redemption of your blighted soul,
To a life that burns in truth and bright extol.
The truth is there so reach beyond your dreams thereof
And capture it, adore it and cherish it with love.
But, alas, I fear your hate-filled heart beckons you along
That road you’ve followed and proven to be so wrong.
You use the sad excuse that fairness is your goal,
But in your lies you abuse the fairness you extol
By smearing all those you so violently oppose.
Even as the lies you tell rapidly decompose,
You live a life of hate, guaranteed not a time to reform
The end results nor the slowing the upcoming storm.

My Private Freedom Zone

Lying scum in a relative sea
You don’t have to lie to me
Your morality is but a distant song

Lying liberals on their knees
Never thinking rationally
You just want to lie all day long

To think the truth alone
Impossible in your liberal zone
Your very own morality trap
Abusing others with your crap

You won’t see me backtrack
Like a liberal’s personal attack
Smearing with thin skin

You see, liberal, I am free
Free from PC crap officially
Much to your own chagrin

Save your up-chucked lies for freaks
Who follow Obama as he speaks
He will rock them all to sleep

As he confirms their final desire
To live in a stupid socialist mire
With no time for them to weep

So again I dine alone
In my private freedom zone
And watch you clowns in your traps
Enjoying the liberal philosophy collapse

Grains Of Lies

As I read your latest ridiculous lie
Clouds of summer drift on by
The grains of time pass through your hand
Grains of lies not the golden sand

I read your words as from the shore
Of the lake of fire you probably adore
You call me dumb, an ignorant man
But, alas, you remain the charlatan

Shallow thoughts drowned in hate
Prevent you from joining the debate
Lies you tell sour overhead
The bright truth I have said

Sculpting nonsense from your lies
You collect them as if they were flies
As for me this just maybe
The best year for my reverie

A Wonderful Method

Upon my mac screen it can be seen
Your slimy lies bursting with hate
The Obama messiah, a joke so green
With nothing to show in an easy debate

Your lies all arrive late at night
Stupid and ignorant anyone knows
For me with truth is a common sight
But for you its the length of your nose

Early each morning just around dawn
I read your crap as I am forced to yawn
You send the same lies in just the same way
What a wonderful method to start by day

Suspension Of Reality

The suspension of reality describes your belief
To relieve a hate-fill inner soul of liberal sorrow
For nurturing the evil you provide for human grief
The baby is human today and tomorrow

Liars! What are the reasons for your lies
Do you offer comfort to the lying prose
Written against those you always oppose
Or do they feed your hate in gold disguise

The words you send have responsibility
No matter what their reason may be
It’s on your head to provide proof free
Evidence given to the best of your ability

This makes all liberals quite vulnerable
As liberals lie freely to justify their belief
That they are the elite to bring relief
From the evil conservatives so predictable

With words there comes responsibility
You have in your hand your life’s end
There is a great weight for a writer to send
The truth and the honest without hostility

Offering only lies and hateful insults
You create nothing but an ugly attack
When proven a lie you quickly backtrack
Such is the life of a liberal and its results

You believe there is no reason and it is dumb
To what society has deemed good or bad
Your opinion is held as as the rule of thumb
Leaving liberals like you discouraged and sad

But guess what dumb liberal there is such a thing
As universal good and universal bad
Your moral relativism is wrong, you’ve been had
By Satan himself in what this does bring

For many liberals have lost in the battle for good
By believing such crap from the depths of hell
For these it’s to late to even say farewell
So change your position from where you once stood

The Face Smash

Startled by the truth smashing into your face.
Cicadas and crickets still continue their summer song
As rivers plunge upon rocks at a rapid pace.
Why then are you startled by the truth that comes along?

Could it be the mist of lies you look at all your day?
Misty drops heavy with the hate and spite you say.
Each time it opens your mouth spews out the lies again
Emerging into the world you want but cannot gain.

In sulking irrational tones your lies invade
The reality of truth and honor as they fade
As time draws near with your lies in full bloom
Dear brother, see not your swift impending doom?

The Satan Brand

If in one of your liberal dreams, you too could face
The lies you liberals have flung at what’s true
And watch as each and every one loses its place
Then begins the glorious redemption of you

But, alas, liberals do not dream that which is true
Elites they are and know for sure what’s good for all
Oppose them dare and the lies come hard on you
With hate-filled lies and smears you can’t forestall

But if you stand upon the truth against these demons great
They’ll wither up, validating the truth on which you stand
Be sure to watch their eyes tear up in this your great debate
For liberals are all liars in the mold of the Satan Brand

Gently Floating

Blatant lies so white so black in reds
Gently floating o’er their liberal heads
Truth comes out and kisses their faces
Burned crisp from rage, their disgraces

Lying words still sway and dance
In minds transformed in elegance
While their master cast in infinite light
Leads them into the darkened night

Ah, but the truth still burns their desire
To have it stopped or at least expire
As their living lies come to life
With each round of hate and strife

Their lying legacy will long be dust
When John into the oval office thrust
And I will laugh at my brother’s pain
Of liberal grief and loud refrain

For liberals deserve not pity nor care
Their hate-filled lies did fill the air
For eight long years of Bush’s reign
We sat and listened to them complain

Hoping Against Hope

Another lie by the Dhimmi was born
Leaving again the truth unworn
How often is truth lost and set adrift
By a clown in pajamas not so swift

Just a twisted conception coming on slow
Because the liberals told him it was so
Almost a robotic response to what’s true
Listen and you will hear truth bid adieu

A flicker of light now fades in the dark
Now its as black as the night right on its mark
The lies told so openly bring regret and pain
Except to dumb Dhimmi silent stones remain

The lies get even louder as no one is humble
Afraid he’ll get busted causing him to stumble
Void of the truth and leery of falling
This liberal dork ignores his heart’s calling

Doomed from the start, the lie now has died
Leaving him empty, but the truth still denied
Caring not the truth he points to the sky
And scratches his ass as he gives not a reply

A new lie is hatched inside his dreams
He’ll spread it again or so it seems
Lies are his wine and gives him a spark
An instant in time before it turns dark

One day like tomorrow, when I’m not sure
He’ll wake up and find the truth that is pure
I admit I am hoping against hope
As he is my brother even if a dope

Humanity’s Scourge

Like maggots wallowing in their filth, here and there
Liberals spew their venom and hatred in the air
Your words in emails come forth to show
A liberal’s mind is placid, refusing to grow

You shout and rant, jumping up and down
To show you’re right, you offensive clown
As the truth hits your fan of hate
All you do is cry and roller skate

Like rotted stems on poison oak
You spread the lies of this Obama joke
He flips and flops for Olympic gold
And wins outright as truths unfold

Seeking hatred above what is right
You do not lag in liar’s delight
Just like a skunk who’s spewed his smell
You still cling to all the lies you tell

Why not admit that you could be wrong
Instead of yelling your hate so strong
You were wrong about the surge
So why become humanity’s scourge

The Chosen One

Obama is the Chosen One
Predicted by the ancient scribes
Listen to his warming vibes
The changes have just begun

But something’s wrong in disney land
The people ask why is he lying
On programs he said he’d be trying
Guess the messiah doesn’t have a plan

Lies spew from his lying lips
As he justifies his BS spent
Darkened thoughts in evil lament
Readings from the liberal scripts

He spreads the lies with no remorse
Hardened heart against the grain
Of Christian love in full disdain
Evil concepts from the source

A world of love and commonality
Is what he strives for us to gain
Kneel before his glorious reign
Or face the liberal criminality

He says he gives us the audacity of hope
Tethered to the liberal gangsters’ gun
You see he is Chicago’s favorite son
Only the liberal fools believe this dope

But on and on he shoves his platitude
Of racial harmony and how love rewards
At the blunt end of the liberal swords
On those who with him dares to feud

The love for him has turned so caustic
As the people find out that he lies
He flips and flops to everyone’s surprise
As it turns out it was all just a trick

Pestilence

You’re like a swollen festering wart
A growth protruding on the human race
I look at you, I see disgrace
A wrath-filled creature, the liberal sort
You take your stand with solace glee
Then run away from what you see

This same wart’s found on your liberal face
Where lies are grown in hatred’s glow
A viral pestilence in a darkened place
From hence your hate is allowed to flow
Your words of hate Americans don’t buy
Real humans can’t buy into such a liberal lie

Your eyes like arsenic try to kill
The down deep truth that’s in you still
Your soul like bamboo wilts and stands
Across hatred’s broken, barren lands
There’s nothing sacred from on high
You haven’t cursed with your lies so sly

No Moral Ground

I often wonder, brother, what happened to your moral ground.
A lie, based on hearsay, and suddenly you think your profound.
A child, yet unborn, to you becomes a pig or just a seeded corn.
Nothing living nor worthwhile, cut it out as an irritating thorn.

How can I not but wonder, at the many lies who’ve daily made.
Do you ever stop to think of the faith you have betrayed?
And tell me, dear brother, how many lies I’ve caught you in?
Do you not know that liberals do nothing but spin, spin spin?

Now you send me another email full of silly ho’s.
No mention of  the issues in this your email prose.
Funny how you laugh a lot when your proven wrong.
Must be those meds you take, they must be really strong!

Please, dear older brother, tell me how you feel.
Is the surge successful or is it just unreal?
What happened the noise you made about a civil war?
You probably never thought of this, but you were wrong before.

Now to the reason for these lines that  I’ve created
If you were wrong about the surge and the civil war
What makes you think you’re not just a liberal whore
Repeating all the lies you read to smear those you hated.

Wearing The Stone

The liar sits on the edge of his bed
Thinking about another lie to be said
A lie about Bush, Cheney or Rice
Any such lie would be very nice

The liar lays down on his bad back
Repeating the hate-filled liberal attack
The facts in the case mean nothing all
Since in the end he can always stonewall

The liar wears a stone of silence so cold
Dangling from his neck as a chain of gold
As the facts filter in to his hate-filled brain
He kicks back and begins to abstain

The liar stands alone on the rail
Overlooking the dark heat of hell
Will he now admit to his own lies
Or simply remain silent as he dies

Where Liberals Dwell

In the place where liberals dwell
Lies light up the sky like the sun
Reflecting their inner most hell
Of hatred which cannot be outdone

From their crumbling state of disgrace
How often I’ve seen one deny
The facts in front of his face
Repeating the same lie after lie

All liberals must lie every day
As their ideas are based on baloney
Cut and sliced in the liberal way
Because it’s cheap and so phoney

They live in a place where hate abides
In their visions of kumbaya scenes
While the hate comes from their insides
And where the end justifies the means

As I grasp how evil these scum are
A really great thought came to mind
Instead of listening to the lies bizarre
Let’s smack 'em with truth ‘til they’re blind