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
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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