Liberals sure are a sorry band,
Liars, roasting on a spit of lies.
They live this lie in freedom land,
Loving it, in full despise.
Quickly walking through places of truth,
They reject these out of hand.
‘Tis something about their youth,
That makes them hate the land.
They tell their lies for all to hear,
About what they think is wrong.
But ask them how to make it clear,
They’ll attack you with a throng.
Evil is too good a word to abuse,
For the likes of these arrogant scum.
But try as I might, a word to produce
There’s none for the right outcome.
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