Obama's Harp of Lies

Hussein’s harp of lies remains strung
He has never ceased to play it;
His lies continue to be sung.
As songs he sings are not legit.           

And things he does prove what is given,
By truth both near and far;
How can he expect to be forgiven,
When fawning liberals here act so bizarre?

The waves of liberals kneeling down,
To kiss him on his knee,
Their long tongues out to lick his gown,
As dogs lapping up his pee.

They pour their praise and treasures forth,
Their loving embrace bring,
And all the liberals on the earth,
Take up his song to sing.

These liberals raise their voices high
From every city shrine;
Their hands raised up into the sky,
As they look upon the divine.

The lies flow from his sacred lips
Rise black among the mass
The worship veil upon his scripts
Cover Hussein’s worthless ass.

Of Canada his words leaked out,
The liar’s words renewed,
His fingers crossed without a doubt,
Concerning the email viewed.

We don’t have time to tell the truth
As we walk the crooked path
He shouted to the media uncouth
How dare you ask me such as that.

But words of praise remained so loud,
And covered the sobs of pain.
The great Hussein stepped upon the cloud,
Ascending from this mortal plain