Idiocracy

Behind the wall where liberals dwell
Lives podunk dhimmi in servitude
Drinking wine from the messiah’s spell
A hate-filled clone with an attitude

He screams for blood each day he lives
From those who know and say what’s true
He’ll send his prose to all who gives
words of love for Obama’s crew

He is a coward who speaks not at all
When truth comes up and slaps his face
He’ll scream and yell then drop the ball
Running away to his hiding place

He sits around and hopes for change
As he rants and raves against honesty
For the Chosen One it does seem strange
Would choose his staff of such idiocracy