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.