A Political Display

The sun sinks low and trails the evening light
Rapidly the dark covers the mountain peaks
Words of rapture captured on paper the sun’s flight
But no words can capture the shadow as it speaks

Words are vacant sounds made with tongue in cheek
As the slate-gray clouds rise before the sunken sun
So, too, the words rise above the poet’s physique
Words meaningless as the sounds of the things undone

A man sits with his wife and uses a word you do not approve
But who are you to tell us what or what not to say
The word, if said, is his and hers for them not you to remove
Offense for you is nothing but a club, a political display

Your friendly Bill speaks not a word as he rapes and gropes
Ah, but that is fine, you say with your liberal smile
Words cause damage far beyond rape done to female dopes
No women raped is as damaging as with these words so vile

Words are dangerous and one should rebuke
When words offend your weak strained ears
The liberal way makes real men want to puke
And to stomp upon the liberal’s rear

I sit here wondering at the damage rape does cause
Compared to those offending words you scream about
I doubt for you that this damage gives you pause
And as usual the words of truth makes you pout

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.

The Final Goal

Lying eyes,
     Long nose;
Ego size,
     Always shows;

              All crooks,
                Lotsa noise;
              Proven schnooks,
                  Truth destroys;

            Bush rages,
                 Off the charts;
            Never engages,
                 Lack hearts;

            Hating troops,
Bring’em back;
            Murtha oops;
What a hack!

            Telling lies
                 All the time;
            Deep sighs,
                 Send more slime.

            Bribes for you,
                Liberal way;
            For a few
                 They all betray;

            Never wrong,
                 Rationalize,
           Same old song,
                 Full of lies.

            New ideas,
                 Never does;
            Don’t quiz,
                 Just because;

            Democracy,
Scorn and slime;
            Hypocrisy,
            Every time;

            Folded hands,
                 Phony prayers,
            Understands
            Not, nor cares;

            Thinks it great,
                 Smiles away;
            To really hate
                Bush each day!

            Blood-soaked whites,
                 Clinic trash;
            Abortion rights?
            Balderdash!

            The final goal,
                 As you see;
            A dhimmi’s role
                It’s not for me!