Naked Hatred

They flee from the truth they’ll never seek

With naked hatred stalking deviant thought

I’ve never seen them gentle, tame or meek

For they are angry and ugly, hate bought

From the pit of hell to the heart of derange

Busily seeking their fundamental change

It is a nightmare, a horror -filled dream

Of a savage nation of hate and greed

Fundamental change was the theme

Ignorance and evil pursuing the deed

Sending the nation onto the path to hell

Pray for the nation, nothing else to tell

A Dazzling Sun

He Presses on like a dazzling sun

As he swats those fleas about

The life of a liberal - so much fun

No need to debate - just shout

He hates the words of an ancient song

With his twisted heart’s fearful sigh

Blessed be his words even if wrong

The chances of which are high

He is at peace as he attacks his foes

For it is his life so free

And he revels in his brilliant prose

Nonsense for all to see

Words follow words that he creates

Through boundless liberal space

But still we sing the song he hates

And do so with pomp and grace

Academic Facade

She works in an utterly predictable way

If truth comes out it is an exceptional day

Speaking truth, even for a second

Makes her angry and threatened

She’s now involved in her Senate election

Ethnic fraud - it’s the best thing she’s done

Hoping the truth will never come

Acting as if she’s really not that dumb

Stupidity so inflexible it’s hard to understand

True ethnicity has obviously been banned

She works in an utterly predictable way

Obvious from what she has to say

Fraudulent and inflexible in her position

She’s a liberal and can’t make the admission

It’s ethnic fraud multiplied several fold

The excuses she makes are getting old

How is it that others cannot perceive

The terrible stories she’s started to weave

An academic phony committing ethnic fraud

An empty-headed fool with an academic facade

Pretty Lib - Satan's Preferred

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.

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

Changing Stories

The scent of a liberal farce floats in the breeze

As changing stories comes breaking through

Lies wend and wind in the changing stream with ease

As the truth cools its heels in the changing liberal view

The liberals release versions of the events showing

The One’s decision as a great commander so strong

Where SEALS follow his brilliant plan blowing

Away his critics stand and proving them all wrong

Changing stories wrapped around confusion’s place

Osama was first armed and resisted in the raid

A SEAL in self-defense blew away his ugly face

All is good according to the White House aid

Above, in typical liberalism deep with mystery

The truth of reality still sits silent and hides

To protect the hypocrisy in the liberal story

He wasn’t armed the White House now confides

BS now walks inside the White House abode

Murder is fine but don’t treat a terrorist too harsh

Changing stories seems to be the One’s true mode

Such a great commander, spewing out this farce

Patriotic View

Arrogance beyond repair

Selling the liberal view

Logic up in the air

Never telling what’s true

They plan, he lies

They do, he gloats

Having to improvise

In hypocrisy he promotes

With unrivaled precision

He spins another story

Rationalizing his decision

To cover himself in glory

On prime time TV

Taking the full credit

For his unilateral spree

To his liberal discredit

His spins are amazing

A product of lies

With such BS flowing

Hypocritical disguise

Obama now sits

In red, white, and blue

No one could imagine

Such a patriotic view