Child Of The Lies

Podunker Dale, child of the lies
Told lies to cover his lib'ral butte
He had to tip dance and rationalize
When all his lies were ripped and cut
 
Podunker loved the lies he told
Ugly things reflected his tip dancing
A vision of the liar bold
Proud as one in righteous prancing
 
Podunker lied for what was not
And dreamed for a socialist state
Hoping for Castro and all men who fought
Against the country of his fate
 
Podunker mourned the Bush success
Of such a great economy
He'd like to see a big recess
And a loss by our troops in destiny
 
Podunker loved Ms. Hillary
Albeit he had never seen her
He would have sinned incessantly
With Ms. Hillary to confer
 
Podunker cursed his little bro'
And eyed his creds with loathing
He was not man enough to know
How to wear the military clothing
 
Podunker scoured the news to read
For the big lie he can say
These lies for other lib'ral breed
A contempt for the American way

Podunker Dale, born with the hate
Scratched his head and kept on lying
Podunker cared not, so he called it fate
The lies, he kept on supplying