Truth Comes In A Flash

His darkened brain spewed out the lies, 
A shallow stream of ugly hateful blame,
Covering up with hate the hows and whys
Of sinful bliss in his liberal burning flame.

His mushed out strip of soft brain matter,
As slime secreted from his blood-shot eye,
Stumbled as it was accosted with a shatter,
While the clock slowly ticked his life by.

"I can't even defend the lies anymore.
Yet a liberal am I and I’ll carry on,
Ain't told no truth since I was twenty-four,
I’ll be a liberal ‘till I’m dead and gone."

Would be nice to think he was not insane,
When he spewed the crap each time.
A liberal liar lying with words so inane.
Such a shame about such a rotten crime!

Slowly relieving himself in his chair,
Turns his nose toward the steaming pile,
Wonders in his mush-brain, does he dare
Eat this crap even if it is vile?

Sliding his hand under the reeking turds,
Lowering himself slowly toward the stink,
"I guess since it is the same as my words,
Hellfire, no one said I had to think."

Just before his tongue touched the crap,
Bright lights flew past his window.
Startled by the light the crap fell in his lap,
"I'm hungry for the lies, don't you know?"

Then the front door flew open with a flash,
Stopping quickly his desire to eat the debris.
In the bright glare, stood Mother Teresa in her sash
Singing, "Truth is here for you, dear dhimmi."

"You best get up and clean up your chair,
Before you’re forced to eat that crap again!”
Then she and him sat down right there,
And from that day the lies he did refrain.