The Proud Liberal

There lived a lib’ral oh so proud
And a podunker man was he;
He had a love for lying loud
Loud he did and with smiling glee.

His lies were dark, wicked and mean
From deep within his wicked soul.
He spread his filth with words obscene
Sounding just like a lib’ral troll.

Such a troll is a dork enrolled
In a life deprived of the truth.
He spins a tale with Satan’s mold
And trims it with lib’ral abuse.

"I know more things than all mankind,
And I am an expert on war,
This is my word, I have defined
And anything else I’ll just ignore!"

He said the docs were real and true
But then we found they were all fake.
Fake, fake but true, he yelled anew.
So in his head the lie still was secure.

This is the joke of lib’ral rule
And podunkers who go along,
A lib’ral’s a liar and a fool
An axiom that’s never been proven wrong!