Demented Dreams

Your boiling hate demanding voice
As if in sleep’s demented dreams
The liberal phantoms bring you choice
But not of truth or so it seems

The hatred deep within your core
Pressed upward to a demented mind
You try to hide with lies galore
From we who are normal humankind

Your shrouded voice comes and goes
With hate-filled lies, a thin facade
You write in clipped and ignorant prose
Of things you believe of your Obama god

An empty suit, Obama, some would say
A con man conned all fools like you
An evil soul who waits to play
A game so flawed you’ll think it true

So many bowed with mouths that dripped
Of ignorance now both known and seen
He cannot speak without a script
As his eyes move up and down the screen

He knows that each of you
Rejects the things misunderstood
So he feeds you stuff that is not true
Knowing you’ll never do what’s good

You think he’s great but cannot tell why
Since your medication must be all out
It’s easy for him to speak his lie
Proving once more your brain’s in doubt