Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A Wondrous Gaze


























A Wondrous Gaze


He loves to feel the lies in his face

Ones that blow away what’s true

His brain brings clarity to disgrace

And to life his sordid liberal view


He loves to smell the perfume of hate

That floats around his ignorant head

A liberal is a liberal at any rate

With his brain cells long ago dead


He often looks between his Messiah’s legs

For exemption from his worst nightmare

Of burnt sausage and rotten eggs

That for him has been his breakfast fare


He loves to hear the foolish notes

The Chosen One plays on liberal ears

Of platitudes done simply for the votes

Successfully failing the last two years

He loves to taste the sweet innocence
Of unborn children as they die

Slicing necks and little veins in diligence

To insure to heaven they will fly


He loves to sing a song of praise

And dance a dance of joyful delight

To celebrate with wondrous gaze

The hate that he shows each night


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