Our Last Laugh

I heard them lie before,
About the Iraq war
And again
The lib’rals say they’ve found,
As they scurry all around
In disdain.

They say he’ll burn this time,
To pay for all his crime.
Shut him down,
What a great way they’ve found
We got him they expound
Do not frown.

But still he slaps their cheek,
And laughs at those who seek
Slam, bang, gone,
And he shakes his brilliant head,
That it seems as if he said,
"They are done."

The slimy liars rest
On the tips they hope to prest
In their gloom,
And words of hate they loved to hear
Are proven lies now for many a year
They resume.

The Hillary has said
Poor old witch, she is dead
Long ago
That lib’rals are all correct
In how they act for all reflect
In the know;

But now their noses are long,
And grows out fast and strong,
Like a staff,
And a lie spurts off our back,
And as we give them the sack
Our last laugh.