His thoughts are from the liberal bin
Of hate-filled lust and polling spin
He’s never had a thought begin
That wasn’t from his selfish sin
The TV spins the lies within
An easy way to try to win
Inside his brain of paraffin
Irrational thoughts of polling spin
His lying lips repeat the sin
Seducing minions to join in
And follow all his liberal kin
To find a way for them to win
We saw his passion laced with sin
This new found man with darkened skin
They called him savior with a grin
Knew he’d save them from their chagrin
His sweet young voice touched within
Seducing them from toe to chin
He felt their passion from within
Then played them sweet like insulin
He spurned the truth and vowed to win
Then turned his back on his good friend
He fed the flames of hate-filled spin
By lying about his terrorist kin
His wife spewed out the hate within
His alibi - more racist spin
Who could have known a terrorist within
Would win a vote from an American
For now he's lost behind his grin
In a nest of thugs whose lining's thin
How strange a place this has been
Buying in to Satan’s kin
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