The Psychopath

Reality 101

He was the psychopath

That held the gun that fired

The fatal bullets in angry wrath

He thought it was required

He was the coward who shot

And killed his fellow beings

While the world all thought

It had political meanings

He had an insane demon

That plotted his destruction

Years of anguish is the reason

Mental sickness - not deduction

This demon of destruction

Lives inside a person’s brain

No flaming words of instruction

Can explain this inner pain

No curtain will be lifted

No hideous truth unveiled

Insane and mentally twisted

Is the reason hate prevailed

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

Portending

The Dhimmi tells such dreadful lies
They make me wretch from my insides
Each one’s unique in its content
Filled with hate and self-contempt

He wears a turkey round his neck
It must be plastic, what the heck
He talks to Duckworth all the time
And also Hackett both in their prime

He counts the items that got so looted
But math for him was not so suited
He finds a cover-up from geometry
But forgot he needs optometry

He bumps his head each time he writes
Seems things are dark without the lights
The truth went missing, lost in space
Since he took up this torrid pace

He plays a game called “Liar’s Bluff”
And he always wins, sure enough
He bought into Dan Rather’s fraud
And still believes ole Dan’s a god

He hates the Bush for standing tall
Figures it’s time for us to fall
He knows the surge is but a line
So now he works to undermine

He talks of the future as if a sage
The good, the bad; his envisage
We all sit round each time he sends
And laugh at all he tries to portend

He’s always wrong and never right
For he’s a liberal and not too bright

Cooing Lies

I read your lib’ral lies each night
Of evil Bush fanned by dhimmi fright;
Of made-up smears, no facts to show,
But endless words we both know
Are lies of hate born inside Satan’s storm.
A place to keep your soul so warm;
With Hillary cooing lies of hate;
Grabbing money, the most corrupt to date.
Her eyes are rapt with evil shine.
She hopes to rule as one divine,
And send the ones who know her well
Back to her home in the depths of hell!

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!

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
           

Poor Wittle Wiberal

It was during the winter rain
A wittle wiberal whimpered on
About the name Hussein
And how it wasn’t done
To call one a real name
Pointing to me the blame

But for the wittle wiberal
To put the blame on me
The name has no deferral
Without Hussein’s mommy
So whimper on about the name
And tell me who’s to blame

The dude is named Hussein
Just like your middle name
Only a certified insane
Would even try to blame
Such a stupid, dumb thing
Do stop your dumb crying

Mirrored Projections

Dear brother, I suggest you do not pass
Too near that mirrored oval glass;
I fear that you will see
An idiot with the brain the size of a flea,
With lying lips that spew forth hate;
The very thing that you berate.

To look upon the image shown
Would only make you loudly groan.
Projecting hate from one’s own core
Reflects back truth in mirror’s door.
With lies that crease like wrinkled skin,
Your face reflects the lies you spin.

Dying Scripts

They walk the same old liberal way
It’s written in the dying scripts
They live for hate each waking day
And spew it from their darkened lips

Where scenes of failure newly born
Sprout up among the old forlorn
And drooping scum from mouths of scorn
Proclaim the truth of their eclipse

They sing the praise of dear Hussein
As magpies bend to see in vein
The followers of this silly game
Along with those who live in hate

While dancing in the bright red glow
The liberals make the corruption flow
And hungry for this cash they know
Will feed them from a golden plate

For Hussein is just a liberal game
A liar, thief with no big name
They think he’ll win just the same
For them its sure, he’ll get the prize

He has no plan it’s only lies
As sweet stuff out his mouth does rise
His talk is bold and seems so wise
But underneath it’s all disguise

The liberals think that all is won
‘Cause dear Hussein has just begun
The votes are in and he’s the one
But in the end - a big surprise

       

Au Contraire

The lying liberal now we see,
The biggest liar to be fair.
He’s not what an American should be,
But he shouts, au contraire.
His lies always make such a stir,
His hatred makes him oh so mean,
But he has no brain as it were,
Nothing but the same old routine.

Socialism is his goal
The same tired crap from sick old men.
His words of hate he does not control
But says them over again and again.
All liberals focus on his pranks.
All tongues his prowess behold.
For which he renders all his thanks
To Satan, Saddam and Hugo.

His golden rule is a great attraction.
Just show the hate in words and action.


The World Is Filled With Liberals

This world is filled with liberals’
Which means it’s filled with woe;
Us poor mortals can not shun them,
Wherever we may go.
Oftentimes we endeavor
To leave them far behind;
Yet as often in our pathway
Liberals and their woes we find.
             
We all must remain hopeful
As we are tossed to and fro
And if we are not careful,
They will prove our overthrow.
The lies spread to all of us,
Are so dark they blot the sun
Telling us to vote for Hussein
Whom we should really shun.

We must never tell the lies,
Like the liberals do so lame.
They will vanish in surprise,
With the truth in heaven’s name.
The truth of heaven leads us,
To a life without their game.
Where each one has been deported
And their evil completely thwarted.


       

Senseless Black

The warm glow from the truth has descended never coming back
Your mind now only a senseless black

Your emails arrive full of hate and gall
In their content I can see nothing at all

For there is nothing you can say
To keep the dogs of Satan at bay

All of your words have led you astray
But in the end they will forever stay

My eyes keep a hopeful stare
That one day you can your soul mend and repair

Once having done that the removal of chains
Will instantly be, making you sane

Truth is the therapy you need
Curing your head, making your soul succeed

Obama Smiled

Hussein smiled, he spoke, and you believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
The liberal man can hope no more;
For hope is what he hated before:
But never mind my savior Hussein;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

The Devil's Torment

My lame and podunker brother,
With proof he lies as no other,
Still sends the lies of hate so vile,
Matching again the lib’ral style.

Despite the truth to him revealed,
Skips over facts as if repealed.
Sees only hate through liar’s eyes
Rejecting the truth in full despise.

Where now the darkened heart resides,
Lives fast the symbol that provides,
The hate that chides his mortal soul
In savage lust for lies his goal.

His soul’s remorseless book of lies,
With each new email multiplies.
His frantic breath keeps up the rave,
That lies are good and proves he’s brave.

As articulate as a slab of stone
His words are worthless and unknown.
He reeks of ash from burned out scorn,
A sweaty-toothed mad man, hate worn.

Against the truth he lives and stands,
Hateful bile pouring from his glands.
His words are couched in ugly vent
Proof of a soul in the devil’s torment.

He cries out loud with all his might,
Iraq is lost, there’s no need to fight.
He screams about the evil war.
As for the terrorists he does adore.

For him the bird in Iraq was phony,
Just a plastic piece of Bush baloney.
It doesn’t matter the bird was eaten,
The truth for him will never be written.

Against this void of human tolerance,
There is no truth among such ignorance.
Think you twice, before you join this cause,
A cause of hatred, lies and full of flaws.

Accept these facts for what they are,
As real and truthful as the great north star.
Cast not your pearls among such swine,
They are a scourge causing their own decline.

Attritions

The truth lies buried under ground
Your incredulity and your frown
Play games across your face
As if the small attritions trace
The subject from some secret noun
The grammar from Hussein, the clown

Hussein’s gnat-like buzzings oh so shrill
Common lies from the liberal will
The dancing in the liberal street
All coagulate at your feet
Wrapped in hatred so vile a crown
One wonders if you’ll in it drown

And once again, you look askance
The obvious touch of circumstance
Of hate-filled souls who cannot gauge
Their master’s evil heritage
It is not Hussein who leads the dance
He’s but a pawn without a chance

This pawn Hussein knows full well
He’s but messenger an empty shell
His job is to sell his evil way
To take home the prize on election day
He wants for all to share and dwell
With his great master down in Hell