Hey! pretty lib, with salivated chin,
Who's never known a truthful word,
All your wish is power to win;
This is the way that libs begin--
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!
Dark gray locks cover foolish brains,
Lying and whining are all you heard;
Crying and fighting over scumbag stains,
On Clinton's mattress and Hillary's veins--
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!
Five hundred times over you lied to pass,
Words of false with nothing feared;
Which let you know a lib'ral is an ass,
Which you now know lies can't surpass,
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!
Pledged to Satan; he had you declared,
All lib liars whose beards are gray,
Did the lies cause you to be jeered?
Common thing among those who've erred.
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!
The biggest liar who can't resist
A lying tongue that spins the pun,
May he spin his pun but not his fist,
Or be blown away and never be missed,
As he calls us all, "son!"
Your lies are dead, we proved them so
How you love to continue to malign!
We've won in Iraq; while you sit here,
Spinning your lies from those you hear,
Dipping your nose in your podunker whine.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Occupation Derange
Arriving in his personal jet on a liberal breeze
He waves to the people bending their knees
As he picks up fifteen from all the celebrities
His lips burn bright with the liberal absurd
What he really means is covered and blurred
So he touches himself to prove he was heard
A great box of hypocrisy to which he’ll cling
Arrives in time, the ultimate evolutionary thing
“I can do what I want, because I’m the king!”
He changes the meaning of words on a whim
Well, actually, for money given directly to him
Shaking his fist at the great heavenly amen
His teleprompter insures he always sounds great
Reading it guarantees the greatness won’t abate
It also helps him when he is in a heated debate
His peers are all sycophants along for the ride
His past is a secret and the truth he’s denied
As his closets have stuff that he daily must hide
His policies are in shambles but he doesn’t care
His worth is at zero while his mind’s full of air
It’s not about the money, it’s a self love affair
His disciples are fools who still hope for the change
The change he promised but can’t seem to arrange
So time to start afresh with Occupation DERANGE
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