A Man With No Tact

Little Dhimmi was a man with no tact
Who lived in a podunker shack
He tried to avoid the truth told by men
Denying it with his sick grin

Now Dhimmi had a problem well known
(This happens to liberals alone)
He lies through his teeth and through his ass
As if he were passing gas

He lied about Bush and he lied about Cheney
He lied about those who would disagree
And the stench of these lies grew huge in their size
A perfect vision of his hate-filled despise

His mouth formed the words and his tongue spit them out
As his hatred grew proportionally without doubt
But into the wind his brain blew a fuse
Leaving a body of lies without news

Now this situation was the main reason
Why the Dhimmi repeats each season
He can’t tell a lie, he seems to imply
Because liberals are in short supply

So Dhimmi kept lying and ran to us all in a rage
Like a moronic liberal on a shakespearian stage
He blurted out absurd after absurd
So we kicked him real hard so he would not be heard

This shimmering pile of excrement waste
Smelled as bad as anything faced
But the Dhimmi was strong and refused to retreat
So he kept turning them out, those lies of deceit