The Free Lance Writer

Whenever the Dhimmi Dale goes to town,
The people on the streets stare down on him.
He was a big liar from sole to crown,
Ugly, unshaven and filthy dhim,
And he was always spreading his lies;
And he was always nasty when he talked.
But still the hate spewed out when he said,
“I hate America,” as he walked.
And he was dumb, yes, dumber than Carter
And uneducated in every way.
We knew he was not getting smarter,
So we were glad he left each day.
So on we lived and enjoyed our rights
And were glad he was never brighter.
And Dhimmi Dale, during the calm summer nights,
Went home and declared he was a free lance writer.