The Beast

Dark tinted steam from the mouth of the beast
You smell it, drink it and keep it in your mind
The caressing lies of empty words that feast
On the liberal brain, lacking logic of any kind

You sit among the morbid dead without reason
Claiming victory as you embrace the beast
Goodness gone you blamed it on the season
But hatred for hatred’s sake can not be released

For eight long years your brain cells belched out
The lies that floated in your personal sewer
Suddenly by magic you forget what it’s all about
“No more politics” as if from an innocent viewer

All that was intricate and false suddenly disappears
And thus your lies and hate are no longer needed
The beast now sits where once you sent hate spears
Your lies it seems have at once been superseded