The scent of your lies lingers in the air,
A socialist utopia far away somewhere.
A place where all are forced to agree,
On the liberal edicts against liberty.
With your mouth covered in Obama lies,
An evil sparkles in your blood-shot eyes.
Obama speaks again with a voice of gold,
“Your thoughts are mine, your bought ‘n sold.”
Your obeisance shimmers on the liars’ pond;
You have no thoughts on the world beyond.
Mush-filled brains in this utopian place;
There’s nothing written on your ignorant face.
You repeat the lies that come your way
And think you’re brilliant in what you say.
Your empty voice reeks of novocaine air,
Thinking there’s still a utopia somewhere.
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