In Disgust

Disgust

He stands there in disgust

Wallowing in hate

Paining over the liberal bust

What a terrible fate

He lied and ranted free

Until the end, no more

Painful it must be

Reading poetry with an easy score

Beaten down but liberally strong

Inside him, his value sinks

Now more than ever wrong

Funny how the brain thinks

Emotions used to protect

Truth never allowed in his brain

Facts and evidence he would reject

Violent hate so deeply engrained

Able to give but never debate

How true the second describes

Held hostage by the hate

Manipulated by the liberal bribes

He of the shifting liberal sand

Of criminal relief for pain and despair

His lies and fantasies still stand

In plain sight out in the open air

How could his brain let him walk

Upon the ground and lush terrain

Powered only by illogical talk

One would think his body would refrain

His essence is of human shame

Greed and corruption in the noonday sun

It is he alone that we can blame

For after all, he is the Chosen One