Fleebaggers Hiding

Fleebaggers

Worshipping the fleebaggers and their brilliant brains

Admiring these fleebaggers with passion of the insane

When questioned he declares their greatness bravely

Feeding the inner soul as those who feed idolatry

Hate-induced words from his soul he can’t abstain

Unabashed liberalism is the core of his praise

Fleebagger songs are replete with embryonic malaise

Exalting fools around them all with smiles so grim

With his brilliant brain, his inner soul worships them

His predictions are said with profound disdain

His knowledge of politics and life is so urbane

No one would dare question an inner soul so rife

With the natural proclivity to cause so much strife

Worshiping the fleebaggers and their brilliant brains

Easy To Deny

You said the lie, oh so quick,
Hateful, ugly but not a surprise,
I saw right away that you were sick,
Then, that hate-filled lie did arise.

Your belief in the lie was so strong,
You claimed the truth for which you love.
I wondered if you knew you were wrong,
But then you shouted with a figurative shove.

I know you’re wrong, the truth not near,
To say the lie as if you were the ONE.
Sometimes your ignorance, I say with a tear,
Knowing full well the hateful words will come.

It really was a lie, you ignorant podunk,
The longer you believe, repeating the lie
The wider the door for which you have sunk,
And the easier it is for you to deny.

Your Place Of Anger

Liars have spoken their lying words to you.
Obama has whispered his words renown.
We now stand among the liberals who
Do hourly pray for the U.S. to fall down.
You, so typical, have never the truth tried
Living in lies with values of America unaware.
But now down the road of destruction you side
Not with the truth but with the liars steadfast there.


It looks like in the liberal hate-filled land
The truth has been lost, no where to go.
Downward, toward Satan, to be his right hand,
Where your lies will float and gain a new glow.
A place of anger, lies, hoping to expand.
Truth! You do not see and you do not know.

Your Fear Of Truth Is Real Fear

Your fear of truth is real fear:
admission of ones own lies
thrust upon those who hear
and believe evil with a cheer

The final curtain comes down hard
on a soul ravished by deceit
darkened heart of veins ripped and scarred
by the act of being a liar, coward and cheat

Your fear of truth is real fear:
climaxing in time when you must face
your life opposed to an honest career
loving the hate with a firm embrace

That climax when the truth shows to the world
all the lies and wasted values you proclaimed
not once, not twice, but daily your epitaphs hurled
at all those you hated and all those you blamed

Your fear of truth is real fear:
The simple proof adds to the scare
for in it you see the lies you hold so dear
Battered and cracked by your acts of despair

Your despair comes natural for those who think
they are superior to those whom they oppose
cold stare of hate, no love, no blink
translated into a pesticide of hate-filled prose

You fear it. You turn away, hands up, palms out
fighting against that moment of proof, for truth
the coming prolonged look of dismay, fully in doubt
on the edge of something that’s beyond your wasted youth

The end is near as you take the truth’s full force
Like a bullet shot to your empty skull
A shattered life of lies mirrored without remorse
Onto a brain that in the end is proven quite dull

The Depths of Hate

No greater hate can one find
than in the depths of the liberal mind
A soul so twisted with hate each night
a nightmare image transfixed in fright

The liberal hate blots out the right
to speak the truth and join the fight
His heart is blackened from sinful pain
of accepting lies again and again

Whose hateful lies blasted those
who stood their ground against such prose
Strong soldiers in a world away
that do the deeds that will win the day
 
Whose evil and cold heart so dark
slammed anyone who’d dare remark
how cowards blessed the enemy
with loving songs of sympathy

Who tried to prove he’s always right
with empty words of liberal spite
then turn around in silence cold
and make the stone in his mouth gold

Covered In Mirth

No truth in you,
From the day of your birth.
You’re an awkward view,
Covered in mirth.

Terrible and instinctive,
Truth cuts your soul,
As your fear becomes reactive.
Crouching low, out of control.

We both know it well.
There’s a name for it,
Anyone can spell.
But you won’t admit.
This is the evil you transmit
The cold stone silence of hell!

Like the mushrooms in the darkened night,
Where the liars swing with shear delight,
And the worms of distrust build their home
On the liberal words of shining chrome.
Thus the truth abides not with you
Nor with those who share your view.

Comeuppance

You could hear his screech when he found what’s true
coming from the top of lungs right on cue.
You could see his face darken with fear,
the truth comes home hard when it’s not been near.
A putred smell now clings to the air
lying does that to one who doesn’t care.
The lies he told are now public domain,
revealing the hate of the liberal campaign.
The statements he made collapsed as fake,
just a bunch of lies for hatred’s sake.
A fool and a knave he lived as a podunk,
breathing in hate and spewing out bunk.
A liberal life he lived without care
until the truth came in and gave him a scare.

A normal man would change his way
but the liberal way means he’s in disarray.
He cried out loud ‘til his eyes were red,
then he said he didn’t care what the truth just said.
His liberal thoughts strayed back to his youth
when the things he was taught came from the truth.
His college days brought the hate and the strife
against the country that had given him life.
His teachers all told him that America was evil,
a boiling cauldron of capitalist primeval.
He loved the words of these hate-filled cranks,
bought them, believed them and then said thanks.
Instead of the truth he now had lies
based on Marx’s words of disguise.

Faced with the truth since he was a boy,
he rejected it outright and then tried to destroy.
But the truth is the truth and it stuck around
ripping to shreds his lies so profound.
A liberal’s a liberal and lies are his game,
truth is rejected and replaced with shame.
He now has to lie to himself as well
for the truth he’s destroyed in his personal hell.
He spins all the words to fit what he knows,
hating all others who dare to oppose.
In nervous fright we see him shake
once again bitten by the truthful snake.
He lies to himself and says it’s not true,
getting his comeuppance that is long overdue.

Liar’s Irony

Upon the email screen, irony beckoned
in lies’ pure evil dark: a light
of humor rippled stream of conscious flight,
making me laugh if but for a second.

Flashed by liberal lies at once absurd but reckoned,
silly feeble thoughts combined with truthful fright
and lost forever - reality in darkened sight;
the lies remain, even as the soul is quickened.

Lies and hate find will to persevere,
so irony endured will soon endear

You, liar of the irony, to Clinton’s past,
rapist. In joyful depths you’ve shed no tear
for women’s debasement, in liberal acts so near,
void of passion, find your liar’s irony at last.

The Picture of Supremacy

He’s so perfect in your lib eyes
Existing as a savior in disguise
He hates America with all his soul
And he’s become your model role

I am the brother of a knave
A fool who’s turned into a slave
You buy into the lies of hate
And then refuse to have debate

Throughout your life, you’ve been so weak
Unable to think or truth to seek
To have a brother dumb as you
Makes me sad when I review

The liberals lie and spread their hate
What is it to them that you relate?
We come from love and sympathy
What happened to your empathy?

I have my faults but you're fault-free
A picture of supremacy
A liberal you are through and through
As the words you speak are untrue

But then who am I to change a clown
A fool, a knave who wears the crown
Of 50 million precious souls
Murdered then left to decompose

The Weeds Along Meadows

This discussing with liberals as they squirm in the dark
And talking to podunks who just sit there and bark
Reminds me of those weeds that grow without charm
That live along meadows at the front of a farm.  
         
All winter, they’re so sallow, little seeds near the house
Covered with crap from rabbit and mouse.
They all act so important these weeds so forlorn
As if each were brilliant from the day it was born.

They’ll thrust there leaves out to reach the road
And spread like a disease about to explode.
Liberals are like weeds, both worthless and sallow
Spreading their filth by those who kowtow
To lies and deceit and hearts filled with hate.
The answer is simply to eradicate.

Harsh Words

In your harsh words I trace
The hatred in your soul
The ugly in your face
Stupid beyond control

Your evil written words
So rapt but yet so dim
Seems dumb even for nerds
No wonder things are so grim

The podunk world you live
Commingled with Satan’s rule
Compelling you to give
A mouth of stinking stool

The men you hate so much
Don’t lie to reach their goal
Like those in Satan’s clutch
The truth they do extol

Hussein is one of yours
With Satan on his side
He’s full of lying sores
A product of what he’s denied

You’re both swimming in Satan’s pond
Stagnated by your lies
And the vision of what’s beyond
A vision of total demise
           

Understanding Obama

I understood him much too well,
And all his words you could not see
He said the things he wants to sell
So shallow liberals would agree

His words are empty hollow roots
Lodged deeply in his personal hate
A hatred for the American traits
Calloused threads in his empty suit

Hussein is nothing but a fake
A liberal head who’s on the take
He squirms around like an evil snake
To vote for him is a big mistake