Charcoal Gray

The Dhimmi is the liar of the year
And all the lib'rals repeat his same lies
The hateful podunks still their ears hear
But not the truth of facts he does revise
And he, with ugly hatefulness
Spends all his time in total sinfulness
Then sends me lies in word and deed
Of the now relentless white lib'ral greed
 
He heeds not the great bird of truth on high
But follows worms that on their bellies crawl
He only hears the words that fit his lie
Repeating them to show his heart's so small
His emails come without proof, only lies
But rant and rave the same old lib'ral line
Of tip dance, discount and rationalize
Of one big, long, everlasting lib'ral whine
 
But what cares he his soul is lost
When all the hatefilled bounty now his own
Though his own sick soul has been the cost
Not one regret his calm demeanor shown
Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free
He lives his life out joyously
No care when death stalks o'er his way
And turns his heart to charcoal gray