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
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