The Weeds Along Meadows

This discussing with liberals as they squirm in the dark
And talking to podunks who just sit there and bark
Reminds me of those weeds that grow without charm
That live along meadows at the front of a farm.  
         
All winter, they’re so sallow, little seeds near the house
Covered with crap from rabbit and mouse.
They all act so important these weeds so forlorn
As if each were brilliant from the day it was born.

They’ll thrust there leaves out to reach the road
And spread like a disease about to explode.
Liberals are like weeds, both worthless and sallow
Spreading their filth by those who kowtow
To lies and deceit and hearts filled with hate.
The answer is simply to eradicate.