A Dark Victim Of Wrath

Proven a liar in the dirt-ball called his brain
His passion for his hatred left him totally insane

As his life dimmed to obscurity in the setting of the sun
He neither grieved nor cared about the evil he had done

He gnashed his teeth when told what’s true
Then yelled and screamed ‘til his face turned blue

He called McCain all kinds of names
But refused to play in reversal games

He spent a lifetime full of hate for the right
A passion unrelenting in full-figured delight

He harbored an infection, a brain full of scourge
A disease called rejection of the Iraqi surge

Through veins full of nasty he continued the attack
Writing words which were lies from a soul totally black

The good guys were listening to this oratory flood
Black liar’s ink dressed up with his venomous blood

We passed on a warning as he went insane
A dirt-ball brain in mourning that brought so much pain

He died, hateful and tragic, a dark victim of wrath
He’d once walked with truth along life’s narrow path