Capitalist Control

He was a liar with such a kind face
Who knew how to use a noun
With such a voice full of grace
Coming from Chicago town

A history of corruption on his back
A lifetime of socialism and hatred hid
The truth of his smoking crack
In his anti-American campaign bid

He felt the hate and what he did
Was to coverup his anti-liberty
And the truth of his corruption hid
In the halls of the Chicago secrecy

But there were few who knew this truth
For evil hides quite well
From Chicago thugs to those uncouth
Who live with there own evil hell

So he would make up lies as he talked
From morning to early dusk
On a path of hatred he daily walked
As the idiots all gave him their trust

The liberals acted like a bunch of clowns
As he spoke and looked their way
He mixed his verbs with his nouns
And now there’s nothing more to say

He won the election on that November day
It gave him the power to his political core
Though the liberals say we’ll be ok
We fear it’ll never be the same as before

The dreams now come to him each night,
Prophetic dreams for this socialist mole
We must all join to destroy this blight
And win back American capitalist control

Mental Exhortation

His mouth spews forth the darkest brine
Tongue flushed red in hate-filled design
Head tucked up tight against his spine
Mental exhortations he thinks divine

He snorts in anguish feeling the fear
As all liberal lies quickly disappear
He starts to tip dance away from here
As truth comes in and bends his ear

It hard for him to know what’s true
He’s brainwashed through and through
He speaks great words but has no clue
About the truth and what it can do

Poisoned words from the depths of his hate
Bounce back forth and determine his fate
The fires grow hot for his failing estate
The end will come and it won’t be great

Day after day he sings his song
Hate-filled rhetoric double strong
He’ll listen to lies and pass them along
Never knowing he’s completely wrong

His face turns red as questions abound
When facts and evidence can’t be found
He’ll try to say something to confound
But by then all know his brain’s unsound

The Marxist Way

Startled by the reality of the truth in the light
The Little Dhimmi runs for cover in fear
The truth is still truth even at midnight
Listen, he whimpers then cries, do you hear?

Beyond the dreams of the liberal crowds
Dwells the reality of truth or haven’t you heard?
Nothing wrong with heads in the clouds
Except when it forces words so absurd

They all loved Marx for the wealth he shared
This according to their history they try to impart
Trying to force it on all as if they really cared
They’ll pay the price ‘cause they ain’t smart

Ask them about the logic of their scheme
They’ll blush, stutter then run away
Their answers are invisible like in a dream
Matching in harmony what socialists say