The Squanderer

You daily squander thoughts on lies,
Amidst the children’s dying cries.
You seek the truth or so you say,
Why then follow the liberal way?

Your beard is long and full of gray;
Another bin Laden on visual display.
You creep and crawl with words of stone,
Cold and silent from evidence unknown.

You support corruption in all its forms,
As your messiah carries out his reforms.
Drunk with power and evil designs,
You both revel as America declines.

When shown the truth by people like me
You run and hide. Soon it will come COD.
Your hate-filled tunes fill the air
While for the weak you simply don’t care

As the stock market crashes to the ground,
You jump for joy and dance around.
You claim its justice and we deserve the fall;
But justice to you is for liberals, not all.

You worship the One with all your soul,
Claiming he’s great and in complete control.
Your soul is obviously small and dried;
He’s not in charge and as he’s about to be fried.

Elite Born

He was young but darkened, elite born.
His face was smooth, his brow forlorn.
Eyes that darted to and fro.
A hint of fear began to show
Talking slowly, face closely shorn.

His voice was dark and serene.
He spoke in syllables of worlds unseen.
The fear he felt he passed along
Of evil lurking here and beyond.
What did he say? What does it mean?

He told his tales of twisted souls;
Seeking greed in night patrols.
Crowded round this man of grief,
We each saw visions beyond belief
Of a world gone mad, no one controls.

His hands were worn and shredded raw;
As if he fought and won or lost it all.
He wore a blazer of darkened wool;
Polished shoes that looked real cool,
As we stood and listened in awe.

His words were scary, full of fear.
We felt the evil was really near.
He painted a picture of torn out hearts
And blood drained from some private parts.
Our minds were frozen from these words severe.

We began to wonder who this man could be,
This man who walked and talked with no dignity.
He seemed to have been every place and yet,
His words were pure and innocent.
They came out wrong, full of criminality.

I asked him of his tales of violence,
Why he told them without evidence.
He stated loud for all to hear,
Twas not his job to be sincere.
The evidence comes from his pretense.

Now we all know this man was wrong.
He used his words to sing a song
Of liberal deeds that’ll dig our graves,
Or make us all his personal slaves.
Guess that’s what we get for going along.

Filled With Madness

The burden grows as liberals preach
Their liberalism with the passing days.
Each time the One gives a speech,
The market tanks on what he says.

Each day the messiah brings another blunder,
As all baboons have done.
No truth within, yet hear how loud his thunder
Of olympic athletes outdone.

The dark strings of the corruption lyres,
Make music across this once great land.
Hear ye, hear ye, yell the liberal liars,
The Chosen One is now in command.

He walks among the liberal elite,
With a sweet and wistful smile.
All liberals kneel and kiss his feet;
This is his calling and his style.

Will we Americans look back in sadness
To this time of ignorance and dismay?
Our brains must all be filled with madness
Electing such a baboon to lead the way.

The Ignorant Throng

I asked him why he voted for him.
Because he’s black he’d say again.
But he is not qualified I tried to say.
Oh, but he’s the messiah, we must obey.

The theme of his song was always hate;
Bush was evil, Obama’s so great.
I tried to reason but that was a waste;
A brain deluded and liberally erased.

He told of the Chosen One’s glorious past;
Brilliant teacher and lawyer unsurpassed.
I pointed out corruption and criminal intent.
He cried and demanded I should repent.

The One’s a great speaker just listen and see,
He cried as the teleprompter could be seen on TV.
Your messiah’s a liar and a socialist clown,
I stated truthfully but got only a frown.

The truth now comes out that I was right;
Denying this truth he continues the fight.
We all love our Messiah and you are wrong.
What can one say to such an ignorant throng?

Look At The Pigs Flying

It looks like liberals invented the booby prize
For ignorance and stupidity - no surprise
They spend our money, the total sum
And have no idea of the final outcome

They copy Europe in the socialist mold
But act like morons bought and sold
Surely they know their crap don’t work
Go ahead and try, we all say with a smirk

All of us know that pigs can’t fly
And liberals all do nothing but lie
Funny how the Messiah is totally toast
Yet these same idiots continue to boast

Each time the liberals open their mouth
The markets drops down and head south
The day will come and hopefully soon
When even idiots see through their baboon

I Love Little Dhimmis

I love little dhimmis who tell us lies
and try to hide their Messiah’s faults;
Trying to control the thoughts
Of those who strive for truth with no disguise.

These little dhimmis go silent when hit
By truth in their face and in their soul;
Revealing hearts of darkness and cold.
Their Messiah’s huge mess they won’t admit.

Isn’t it funny to see them dance
The AIG shuffle and the bonus bill.
It’s really great to be part of the deal;
Paid a million or more for liberal romance.

Their Messiah’s powers are beyond reproach;
The Final Four his directives sent.
It won’t be long ‘til he’s full of lament,
As his team goes down from a lousy coach.

But watch the dhimmis as they try to spin,
And maybe Congress can pass a bill
Behind closed doors with the deal,
To give his team the rightful win.

Their Messiah’s an idiot the worst we’ve had.
He makes George Bush look like another Einstein.
He’s brought the economy in full decline,
While he pays off his cronies, aren’t we glad.

He talks a game but it’s really empty.
His cronies pass bills to help their friends
Buy new houses and a brand new Benz,
While he works at night against liberty.

I love little dhimmis who tell us lies.
They’re funny to watch as they chase their tails;
Spreading their nonsense without details.
Their Messiah’s a loser, ain’t no big surprise.

Illicit Ambition

America the stupid, America the dumb

Requester of disaster, voting for this bum

An ignorant nation full of those who hate

Those who dare oppose as they will berate

Twenty five million free to live out their fate

Life is cheap for those who oppose and hate

The Iraqis busted the love of your life

Swinging him up high to pay for his strife

Your illustrious writing proves who you support

Dictators, murderers, rapists and that sort

We understand how truth forces the silence

Slamming you hard and you with no defense

You worship your messiah above what’s true

Amazing how liberals care not what they do

You suck on his toes and drink of his spittle

Slurping it up a lot not just a little

Obama’s the one, you shout in great glee

As you open your mouth to his flowing pee

I send you the truth about this monkey ugly

Your silence is deafening so you must agree

There is no defense for forced socialist ways

On Americans who disagree with this idiot craze

The Chosen One lies every time that he speaks

It easy to prove, just go back a few weeks

Why, o liberal, did you vote for this lying apostle

Of Satan and his followers who are so docile

Obama’s a dirtbag, a phony politician

Who conned you with his illicit ambition

Right On Cue

Obama says to “ just dream along with me.”
So we all can make sure no one is free
And in the future we’ll have pleasures
Dictated by his socialist measures.

He wants us to open all our doors
And bend over like a bunch of whores
So his thugs can do their thing
And insure he remains the king.

I’m sure you share this dream
As you lick his bunghole clean.
You whine about what’s true,
And then go silent right on cue.

Sorry Maggots

Illicit provocation meets reality in the end,
As rancid butter rises to clog the sewage pools.
So too the lie, told with malice by elite fools,
Will destroy the person they are trying to defend.

The liberal heart needs to fear what’s true,
When the results they cannot comprehend.
So too, their thoughtless elation has no end:
As they seek their comfort in their social view.

The destruction of our freedom bought
By soldiers on the battlefield,
Will in two years be revealed,
And all the sorry maggots will be naught.

What Mockery!

Your mind cries out in blasphemy
“You hate Hussein. What mockery!
How dare you hate the Chosen One,
For all the good that he has done.”

You cry and whimper in your fetal state
A podunker liberal refusing to debate.
“He is my messiah, my savior great.”
You loudly whine and show your hate.

The chains you wear drag on the ground
Clinking and clanking, an awful sound.
You smile in your slavery of social reform,
So easy to live you don’t have to perform.

You swallow the sperm that Hussein spews out,
Thinking you’ll grow a bigger brain no doubt.
With your messiah in charge no need to think,
Just repeat the slogans with your kool aid drink.

Never let the truth get in your way;
Yell and scream but never betray
Your blessed savior in what you pursue.
Go silent! It will save you from what’s true.

Hoodwinked

A stupid liberal I met today,
While walking slowly on my way.
He stopped and stared me in the eye,
Then bowed his head and started to cry.
His garbled noises made me think,
The man is sick from some hoodwink.

He cried out loud for all to hear
“I voted for Obama this past year
And now I see he lied to me.
He has no interest in keeping us free;
He just wants to steal our cash;
And turn our country into trash.”

I thought a while on what he said,
As he stood up and turned his head.
My use of stupid was unfair
To describe this man in such despair.
A liberal is a stupid scum,
But a remorseful one is not so dumb.

A challenge is sent to all of you,
Who thought the messiah’s words were true,
Get ready for some dark, dark times,
To pay for your and Obama’s crimes.
He is a liar and a thief,
Preying upon your fiscal grief.

Good At Sex

‘Twas in the center of podunkville,
I happened upon a liberal shill.
With eyes of hate and answers to
The liberal way for which he knew.
His brain was small and narrow bound;
A more ignorant shill could not be found.

He praised the messiah for what he’d done:
Eight thousand earmarks for liberals won.
The stock market crashed, oh, what a game,
So tax the fools and give Bush the blame.
This liberal shill yelled loud and clear,
“Those opposed should live in fear.”

The liberal shill was dhimmi clad;
He loved to take what others had.
He wanted to hug the terrorists’ necks
Proving that liberals were good at sex.
He said the economy was good as gold
No reason to sweat, or so he was told.

His nose was red and growing long
From telling things he knew were wrong.
Sludge and scum flew from his tongue,
After scarfing up the messiah’s dung.
He believes the best was yet to come
Proves just how dumb he has become.

A Manned-Up Dhimmi

Recalling days of Bush-filled hate,
When words of lies without refrain,
Filled my screen from Dhimmi’s brain.
There was no pause of silence irate;
The hate was constant like April rain.

I did not cry, I did not whine,
But attacked the logic of his detest,
With slams of joy amidst words of jest.
Now silence comes from Dhimmi’s mind
And so it is with those thus obsessed.

One does not dare attack the One,
Who gives us hope and unity.
For in his arms we will be free
To hate and lie about his pork-filled bun.
Just wait he says and you shall see.

I write this poem in hopes to see,
A manned-up Dhimmi standing tall;
And writing logic in words that fall,
Within the concepts of liberty.
Alas, I fear his brain’s much too small.

His liberal brain does not accept
His messiah’s words to be opposed.
As truth steps on his mind so closed,
His silence cries forth as thoughts inept,
As the truth is thus for all exposed.

Without A Clue

They said ole George was the worst - really bad
But now look at Barry, they’ve just been had

George didn’t lie about a pork filled bill
Barry said he’d stop it, said he surely will

George killed terrorists as many as he could
Hugging and kissing, Barry said we should

George gave us money in a tax return
Ole Barry took it from us with no concern

George gave us victory in another land
Barry says we’re losing and need a hand

George told us straight in everything he said
Barry’s unbelievable in the lies he’s spread

George let the criticism roll off his back
Barry keeps a list and goes on the attack

George saved millions from tyranny’s hand
Barry brings shackles to the people of the land

George made friends in London town
Barry said that’s dumb with his arrogant frown

George is honest, an American true
Barry is a liberal without a clue

Enjoy Your Farm

The remorse of the buyer is coming soon;
Blame the raw words of the ignorant buffoon,
As stocks quickly hit the bottom floor,
As you scramble to pay for your liberal whore.

He speaks of dreams while on a liars ride;
The things that you liberals are trying to hide.
He is a bipartisan of the greatest intent
And I am Superman just call me Clark Kent.

The remorse of the buyer comes too late;
The destruction of America is now your fate.
You lied about the real deal, Bush 43,
Thought he was a Hitler against liberty.

But Obama is the messiah you wanted to say,
Screamed and yelled it all through the day.
As he opens the wallets of all those he hates;
And rips out their money without any debates.

The remorse of the buyer who now whines,
No refund, no returns read the small lines.
You are an idiot and deserve what you got,
Obama’s a socialist, the big farm you bought.

Holding One’s Breathe

Of the lies you’ve sent this way, all have come loose and slack
So I wonder why you carry so much ignorance on your back
You voted for your Messiah and it is you he has betrayed
He ain’t no messiah for he destroys what we have made

If you doubt what I am writing just go check the stocks again
Every time he reads his tele the stocks take a downward spin
He lied about the earmarks when he said he would not budge
How does 9000 earmarks sound I’ll let you be the judge

It’s obvious you aren’t happy since you can’t defend your chimp
That makes you such a coward, a weak and feeble whimp
It’s time for you to man-up and admit that you were wrong
But since you are a liberal, I can’t hold my breathe that long

Hate So Blind

Your burning hate that morning brings,
Reminds me of your lies each day.
I really don’t know just what to say;
A brother who plays such hate-filled strings.

As Wall Street crashes to the ground,
Your rants and raves of hate so blind,
Fills your soul and poisons your mind,
And thus you look and act the clown.

Your sorrowful whines about your king,
Engulfs your brain and controls your soul.
Is it that you’re jealous of the Obama dole
Where lazy, worthless liberals sing?

The crumbling structure of the One so great
Bears witness to his clueless state.
And here you sit in desperate hate,
As truth flows in you refuse to debate.

As the economy spirals down and out,
Idiots like you still continue to attack.
With hooks stuck deep inside your back
You’re nothing more than an slimy tout.

Your love and worship of the one,
Reminds us of ole Schicklgruber.
Praising such a wasteful robber,
Makes you share the coming fun.

A Glassy-Eyed And Liberal Child

Seek first a vantage point
Above the lying mob
Try hard the truth to anoint
As your mind they can not rob

Seems rather crude yet wild
For the lies the Chosen told
To you a glassy eyed and liberal child
In hopes his lies would be so bold

You feel sorrow for those who disagreed
With your adulation and worship of the One
Watching the markets fall from your greed
As the country of your birth comes undone

The Chosen One moves down the path
Of total destruction and chains of steel
You buy the chains as your inner wrath
Rails against the system of your meal

Your mouth and lips slobber words of praise
As pigs continue lining up for their reward
The rest of us watch the stupidity ablaze
As liberals still cheer the One they so adored

Flocking With The Messiah

To the great messiah liberals flock each night
To be mounted by this dark and tainted horse
As his golden tongue spews forth the sparkling light
Guiding them down the path of his onanistic course

With words for hollow, empty brains
Their eyes upon the messiah’s smiling face
Hands outstretch to be fitted with their chains
Each liberal eager for the iron’s embrace

Moving beyond the truth to his socialist ways
He signs the bills that for the economy will erase
As his minions stammer in their opulent daze
With their brains and souls gone without a trace

Liars and thieves all gather for their reward
But none dare speak or utter words that are true
For the messiah lives and thrives on truth ignored
As people all around bend over for their daily screw

No one advances, all people fall behind
Tis the way of the socialist utopian dream
All are equal at the lowest level confined
Except the messiah as it is his regime

He Invented The Automobile

Wanting to be screwed by Him
We open our legs and banks
As the economy is looking grim
More money to waste, thanks
Leaving nothing to the imagination
We’re now living in the Obamanation

Asking Him for etherial wisdom
We open up our minds
To the blessings of his kingdom
As his words soothes and blinds
While bank accounts disappear
And we all take it in our rear

Not wanting to discriminate
We look for someone to blame
Someone we all can incriminate
For Obama was not in the game
Hey wait! He voted for the Fan and Fred
You know, the ones with books so red

Wanting to praise His every move
We forgive him for the earmarks bill
The economy with this should really improve
Forget the money He invented the automobile
Hunger and disease he can easily cure
We know he is our messiah that is for sure

Desiring to have sex with Him
We open our minds to his wisdom from above
Even though the economy is really grim
Who needs money when you feel his love
To be screwed with and lied to each day
Dare not criticize so watch what you say

Better Red Than Dead

Something has gone wrong inside your head
Obama has conned you and left you blind
As you defend everything he’s said

His pork-filled plan is something to dread
Earmarks so deep it’ll blow your mind
Something has gone wrong inside your head

Not just the lies that he has spread
But also the taxes he’ll mastermind
As you defend everything he’s said

The Second Amendment he’ll try to shred
And also the First I think you’ll find
Something has gone wrong inside your head

The liberals all cheer as they look ahead
To a country that’s now like French refined
As you defend everything he’s said

The Mac and Cheese you’ll have to be fed
Won’t be from France so be resigned
Something has gone wrong inside your head
As you defend everything he’s said
It’s better to be red than dead

How About Some Whine With That Doll

Wishing upon the Obama doll
Wondering how far he’s going to fall
Listening to your hate-filled rants
Watching the pee flow from your pants

Ridiculous words coming from you
Defending stuff that’s just not true
With hope comes liberal earmarks great
Wasteful spending with no debate

Your emails make me laugh and cry
Listing the lies you can’t deny
Word after word I read your lines
A podunker fool with his liberal whines

Warts

There was a dirt liberal
All covered in warts.
He made children die
By cutting out their hearts.

His brain was all warped,
By the color of red,
It’s existence was questioned,
Since the boy’s soul was dead.

He liked to kill children,
Before they were born.
Sucked them out in the trash,
These babies of scorn!

And when he had finished
His greatest delight,
He laughed at the babies
Just out of spite.

Now watch out, dear children,
And never be born,
To the scumbags called liberals,
For your heart will be torn.

Prisoner of Hate

Lying faces
Corrupted souls
You finally lost touch
With Truth’s goals

Childish emails
Ridiculous dreams
You have no hope
For reality it seems

No credibility
Sorrow and despair
The future ain’t bright
But then you don’t care

Broken promises
Impossible sacrifice
Just for Obama
Cause he’s so nice

Prisoner of hate
A coward beyond
An inability to admit
So you don’t respond

837

Eight Thirty Seven, you told each one
Lies from the liberals come undone
The words are there in black and white
Your hatred for anyone who’s on the right

Eight Thirty Seven, your going for Eight Thirty Eight
Lies from the heart in a false-filled hate
Repeating the junk from your Messiah’s lips
Soon nine hundred you’re sure to eclipse

Eight Thirty Seven, I look at them -
Each one a lie as your light grows dim
The clock ticks on as your silence grows
Proof of your lies that I each day expose

Eight Thirty Seven, you send more trash
Feeble attempts to justify a moral crash
Pretending to be a scholar great
Your lies prove a podunker full of hate

Eight Thirty Seven, the pot grows huge
A dollar a lie and a liberal stooge
Destroying the values of the American way
Replacing them with failed liberal decay

Eight Thirty Seven, each one a pass
A guaranteed seat in the cooking class
A class presented where you’ll be the one
That’s heated and burned and not for fun

Eight Thirty Seven, you’ve bought the farm
The farm is a place full of liberal charm
A place where you’re sure to really like
Kinda like German Hitler’s Third Reich

Charismatic Blend

Brilliant maker of rhyme to send
Truthful lines in charismatic blend
Poetry floating poetic on the wind
Cherished and held on each written page
Humble though brilliant this solid sage

Reveled while enjoying the destruction of you
Elegant English written for others to view
The insanity of the podunker kind
Living in freedom for hate’s evil design

Living in China he experiences the thrill
Of learning of life or one can say the real deal
Unlike the podunker who lives under the swill
Of a guttering pig as an Obama shill

Withstanding the lies that liberals all tell
About how their greatness will makes us well
They steal our money and spend it for waste
They do it in darkness and with great haste

Obama’s the One to save the poor folks
Give him some time without any jokes
This is their mantra and that’s what they yell
Unless you object then you can go to hell

He’s sending the country on a one way trip
To socialist hell while he tightens his grip
He cares not for you and hates poets like me
For he’s the Messiah to destroy democracy

Retreat, Defeat, Dead Meat

A whisper from ole Satan,
He spoke to your very soul,
The lies he was brewing there,
Were raging out of control.

You talked with him on liberal terms,
Needing to clear your doubting heart,
He sucked you in with his lies and crap,
As he tore your world apart.

I couldn't believe that you fell for it,
The whole thing cannot last,
As I thought about our common values,
And how you dropped them really fast.

I was shocked you bought his stupid plan,
To force our own defeat,
You must have been on something strong
To have let your Christianity retreat.

I remember thinking how,
This whole thing’s really mad?
You really are an idiot,
‘Cause all of you’ve been had.