I’ve Read Your Stuff

I've read your stuff now for forty-five years
Self-poised garbage, forcing tears.
For liberalism, your  lost youth
I doubt it now if you can tell the truth.
How sad that you think lying's just fine
Like plastic turkeys and Dan Rather forge.
And abortion's not murder and Plame's divine
There is no terrorist threat as you define.
And about the economy in decline.
All because you hate the Great George!

These lies you tell, bothers you not,
They're just part of the overall plot.
So each day and each night before its late
You sit in your room and visit with hate
Prepping how to send out your lies.
When busted by these lies you tell
You simply lie then try to revise.
It must be obvious from your eyes,
The evil hate will be your demise
As hatred means from God rebel.

Stay close to the cold winter for affect
The devil's heat you can't protect.
Your hatred has taken you down a road
That has made you look and act like a toad.
And yet you still continue to confide
In hatred's darkness and the Satan's way.
When will you wake up and try to display
The sense that God gave you on your birthday.
Or go right on and heaven's door to you denied.