The Chinese Flags

I saw him lying on the ground,
His eyes were red and bad,
And something in them made me frown
For he had gone completely mad.

So, being of the nice guy type,
I stood and heard him spew
His hate for the flag waving hype
And the country for which it flew.

He shouted out how he was right,
No matter what the facts may be.
The Chinese made the flags at night
And gave them all to us for free.

I showed him he was wrong in facts
But that made not a diff’rence one.
He screamed and hollered to the max,
And said he would not be outdone.

I then observed, “What makes you lie
And prove yourself so dumb?”
The words I spoke he did defy
And to his lies he did succumb.

“Oh, no!” he said, “I do not think
My words are wrong, but true,
But when one’s soul is black as ink,
Such lies are easy to pursue.”

“You see, I am a lib’ral scum,
And certain things must be.
The waving of the flag for some,
Makes them think they’re all free.

“As a writer of free lance fame,
I know this all is just not right
It makes us lib’rals look so lame
And fills us full of fright!”

I told him he was full of crap,
Piled high as a forty foot mound,
And laughing hard at this dumb sap
I left him lying on the ground.