My Vomit Box

As lies come out when days are bright
A vomit box is my delight
I sit around with just this thing
And reconstruct a chicken wing

Before your lies have come and gone
I sat so peaceful no truth undone
But from your lips the lies have spread
And then with shame you went to bed

Your current lies raise such a smell
The liars' stench from Satan's hell.
Each one you spoke with such a rant
Think maybe you were arrogant?

The flag of colors flies on high
Your hatred for it does apply
Arms upraised in a Nazi sign
Ignorant lib'rals undermine.

The flag you say is just a rag
Flies for me but for you a drag.
Your hateful words no more deserve
To be remembered or even heard.

The sickened belch of your swaggered lies
Remind me of the truth you despise.
As winter rolls upon your fall
The words you spew make you so small.

There are in China special words
For liars who spew forth such turds.
These words are simple; not to hard,
But the words don't mean a poet bard.