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