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.