Disempower

Disempowerment

‘Twill be pain that wakes him from his slumber

Prodding done by the truth for reality’s sake

Lost in the lying fog so liberally encumbered

His evil heart will soon feel the ache

‘Twill be the tea that covers his liberal carcass

With the cruel flames of fire from truthful lips

Never before has there been a lashing so grievous

As millions of truth arrows strike with golden tips

‘Twill be in the shadows he’ll lurk with his mourners

Huge haunting fears that are out of control

Forcing him back into his evil cowardly corner

Where first he felt the hatred in his liberal soul

‘Twill be in the midst of his deepest darkest hours

Lashing out with hate from his heart so black

He’ll fall, broken and whimpering, disempowered

As he watches the truth fill every crack

‘Twill be the light and laughter of delight

Not the change embraced that he couldn’t sing

‘Twill be the Chosen One’s most important right

The right to be kicked out as lord and king

In Disgust

Disgust

He stands there in disgust

Wallowing in hate

Paining over the liberal bust

What a terrible fate

He lied and ranted free

Until the end, no more

Painful it must be

Reading poetry with an easy score

Beaten down but liberally strong

Inside him, his value sinks

Now more than ever wrong

Funny how the brain thinks

Emotions used to protect

Truth never allowed in his brain

Facts and evidence he would reject

Violent hate so deeply engrained

Able to give but never debate

How true the second describes

Held hostage by the hate

Manipulated by the liberal bribes

He of the shifting liberal sand

Of criminal relief for pain and despair

His lies and fantasies still stand

In plain sight out in the open air

How could his brain let him walk

Upon the ground and lush terrain

Powered only by illogical talk

One would think his body would refrain

His essence is of human shame

Greed and corruption in the noonday sun

It is he alone that we can blame

For after all, he is the Chosen One

Triplets

The Terrible Triplets of Temerity

Carter strolled in as a peanut man

Obviously with a brilliant working plan

Something to do with hostages in Iran

Then coming in very close behind

Clinton followed by sex on his mind

His presidency thus so easily defined

Now we have the great Chosen One

The final countdown has just begun

The end result won’t be too much fun

The three screwed up the presidency

Causing us a lot of pain with hilarity

The terrible triplets of temerity

incompetence, immorality and corruption

Triplets full of hate and ugly production

Thank God we haven’t had a half dozen

Zero!

In the White House, with knowing eyes

The Zero and his fools lay

He was born abroad, in liberal guise

Into the liberal socialist way

He made many a feast and partied fast

Crowned by his minions with powers

That he thought were his at long last

Ahh, an ode to the witching hours

The brooding doubters no awe beheld

This brilliant zero of the world

The doubters swelled and swelled

And on his head all hurled

His minions all bowed before his past

In patience, but without disdain

They let his thugs corruption cast

And kissed the zero’s hand again

So well he spoke, the morning broke

Across the liberal way

A destructive hate again awoke

And filled his goal each day

“Poor land,” cried zero, “so deep accurst

That ruined our lives so fair

From Carter comes the label worst

Go peasants and see if I even care”

He heard the sound of America’s best

With words and truth arrayed

He felt a fear rise inside his breast

But he ignored it and the lies he made

He closed his zipper and made a decree

As he walked to the window round

“Death to anyone who refuses to follow me,”

Said zero, as he rubbed his imperial crown

He fired his czars, he stomped the ground

His henchmen could not please

He tore his hair trying to shut out the sound

Of the flowing tea which he could not appease

With hate-filled eyes and arrogance beyond relief

He attacked the tea and those who dared drink

With bitter strife of a zero in purpose and belief

He launched an ad that proved his agendas stink

In autumn time when leaves blow down

And tears wash across his zero sum face

The pain he’ll feel from hearing the sound

Of citizens drinking tea in every place

Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes and all your worries will be dispelled

And with that look you will feel all your fears are quelled

What you see is a reflection of your love for me

Look, look and I will take care of your personal liberty

Looking into my eyes is like gazing into the divine

I know your heart yearns to look and that is fine

When you follow my path of social justice so bright

There will come into your heart a bright shining light

Looking into my eyes you will see the greatness of my heart

All the things you need to know and live I soon will impart

In my eyes are all of your hopes, dreams and wishes too

It is your heart’s desire and you know for you it’s all true

Look into my eyes and pay no attention to your economic fate

It is only an illusion brought to you by the those whom we hate

Never mind what people say about my foreign policy design

I do not allow the enemy to look into these great eyes that shine

Do not look away and listen to those who dare disagree

You must know that my eyes cannot lie for I am divinity

You will find happiness and true love if you will vote for me

Trust me now and in November again you will see

The Long Vacation

Another vacation to Martha’s Vineyard

Whilst the rest of us struggle to pay our bills

Here he does not have to play his race card

Or prove once again he has no skills

Another vacation as his polls head south

Got to take a vacation to save some face

Also important to remove foot from mouth

Got to get things together to slow his disgrace

Another vacation, what? eighth one this year

Bush vacations, hey, wasn’t that a subject

The liberals yelled for all of us to hear

But then a liberal vacation is always correct

Another vacation for Michelle, heaven forbid

But didn’t she just come from Spain

Spending millions in beautiful Madrid

Laughing at citizens in our economic pain

Another vacation to prove he is the worst

The evidence is mounting to the sky

As we watch the liberal agenda burst

Proves once again that liberalism is a lie

The Never Ending Fantasy

The Never Ending Fantasy

And once upon the never ending lie

As Little Dhimmi lived in his fantasy

The never ending lie sought no reply

But couldn’t stop the coming tsunami

The truth’s blinding light of the purest white

Shatters his soul and the never ending lie

As he now walks in the darkness of the night

His liberal fantasy still circles in the sky

Deceptions abound but his eyes can only see

A world of fantasy in the murky view

His blindness reaches way beyond eternity

Using words to rationalize away what is true

The Chosen One came one day

Exchanged the fantasy for a promised reality

Instead of a reality he stole everything away

Little Dhimmi lies face up covered with a tsunami

I Love Little Dhimmis

I love little dhimmis who tell us lies
and try to hide their Messiah’s faults;
Trying to control the thoughts
Of those who strive for truth with no disguise.

These little dhimmis go silent when hit
By truth in their face and in their soul;
Revealing hearts of darkness and cold.
Their Messiah’s huge mess they won’t admit.

Isn’t it funny to see them dance
The AIG shuffle and the bonus bill.
It’s really great to be part of the deal;
Paid a million or more for liberal romance.

Their Messiah’s powers are beyond reproach;
The Final Four his directives sent.
It won’t be long ‘til he’s full of lament,
As his team goes down from a lousy coach.

But watch the dhimmis as they try to spin,
And maybe Congress can pass a bill
Behind closed doors with the deal,
To give his team the rightful win.

Their Messiah’s an idiot the worst we’ve had.
He makes George Bush look like another Einstein.
He’s brought the economy in full decline,
While he pays off his cronies, aren’t we glad.

He talks a game but it’s really empty.
His cronies pass bills to help their friends
Buy new houses and a brand new Benz,
While he works at night against liberty.

I love little dhimmis who tell us lies.
They’re funny to watch as they chase their tails;
Spreading their nonsense without details.
Their Messiah’s a loser, ain’t no big surprise.

Your Place Of Anger

Liars have spoken their lying words to you.
Obama has whispered his words renown.
We now stand among the liberals who
Do hourly pray for the U.S. to fall down.
You, so typical, have never the truth tried
Living in lies with values of America unaware.
But now down the road of destruction you side
Not with the truth but with the liars steadfast there.


It looks like in the liberal hate-filled land
The truth has been lost, no where to go.
Downward, toward Satan, to be his right hand,
Where your lies will float and gain a new glow.
A place of anger, lies, hoping to expand.
Truth! You do not see and you do not know.

Poor Wittle Wiberal

It was during the winter rain
A wittle wiberal whimpered on
About the name Hussein
And how it wasn’t done
To call one a real name
Pointing to me the blame

But for the wittle wiberal
To put the blame on me
The name has no deferral
Without Hussein’s mommy
So whimper on about the name
And tell me who’s to blame

The dude is named Hussein
Just like your middle name
Only a certified insane
Would even try to blame
Such a stupid, dumb thing
Do stop your dumb crying

The Great Liberal Fake - Obama

Last night I dreamed of Hussein springing by
Fired red from lying lips. In a dream
The liberal hate lit up in flickering gleam
Like rows of dying soldiers in Iraq; and high
Above this liberal-caused scene in the sky
Sits the great Hussein fading in the west
As beaming followers beneath the sunset rest
Their lying souls in the burning lake of fire
Melting among the gold and silver of their desire.
Soon shall rise the great Hussein on high
A mightier master there is none deny
The greatness of this man of mental steel,
His glorious vision, and the love they all feel
Proves worthless scum can reach onto the stars
With Goebbel lies and sweet talk in the local bars.
Out of the depths of wanton greed and hate
Even Hussein can fake that he is great.

Obama's Dream Of Hate

He’ll ride his steed in the wind each night;
The words of the prophet will come in floods;
Hussein’s on the verge, so calm and bright;
As we hear evil singing in the distant woods;
His sweet voice sings as the terrorist broods;
Soon the infidels will feel their wrath;
As Hussein speaks of impossible math.

All things spell peace he writes in books;
And the crowds rejoice in the morning’s change;
His friends delight as common crooks;
As we honest people feel really strange
Looking as though the end is in range.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
Riding high with his steed on the run.

The morning mist brings a change indeed;
As the terrorists come with hate-filled eyes;
They cut and slash with bloody greed;
A little girl cries as her mother runs, dies.
They all now know it was a bunch of lies.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
As his minions rape and kill for fun.

His name is Hussein and for good reason;
To become the first caliph of the caliphate;
Choosing him would be an act of treason;
He’s riding high but it is not too late;
To put a stop to this dream of hate.
The hate’s not mine but from Hussein,
Down deep he knows I’m not insane.

The World Is Filled With Liberals

This world is filled with liberals’
Which means it’s filled with woe;
Us poor mortals can not shun them,
Wherever we may go.
Oftentimes we endeavor
To leave them far behind;
Yet as often in our pathway
Liberals and their woes we find.
             
We all must remain hopeful
As we are tossed to and fro
And if we are not careful,
They will prove our overthrow.
The lies spread to all of us,
Are so dark they blot the sun
Telling us to vote for Hussein
Whom we should really shun.

We must never tell the lies,
Like the liberals do so lame.
They will vanish in surprise,
With the truth in heaven’s name.
The truth of heaven leads us,
To a life without their game.
Where each one has been deported
And their evil completely thwarted.


       

Obama Smiled

Hussein smiled, he spoke, and you believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
The liberal man can hope no more;
For hope is what he hated before:
But never mind my savior Hussein;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

The Obama Debate

When Hussein came to save us, they put him on TV,
They told us he was great, cursing those who would disagree;
They crowned him as our saviour, praising all that he would do,
Empty words and empty promises were really oh so true.

When Hussein came to see them, the liberals kissed his feet,
They never saw such greatness, in a man who was so sweet.
So they sang and danced, so full of jubilee,
For they had grown so calloused with the likes of Hillary.

If one dared to ask for truth from this savior of us all,
The liberals went unhinged and would start their loud bawl:
“You must be a racist to be so full of hate!
The truth is what he says and there can be no debate.”

Attritions

The truth lies buried under ground
Your incredulity and your frown
Play games across your face
As if the small attritions trace
The subject from some secret noun
The grammar from Hussein, the clown

Hussein’s gnat-like buzzings oh so shrill
Common lies from the liberal will
The dancing in the liberal street
All coagulate at your feet
Wrapped in hatred so vile a crown
One wonders if you’ll in it drown

And once again, you look askance
The obvious touch of circumstance
Of hate-filled souls who cannot gauge
Their master’s evil heritage
It is not Hussein who leads the dance
He’s but a pawn without a chance

This pawn Hussein knows full well
He’s but messenger an empty shell
His job is to sell his evil way
To take home the prize on election day
He wants for all to share and dwell
With his great master down in Hell

Understanding Obama

I understood him much too well,
And all his words you could not see
He said the things he wants to sell
So shallow liberals would agree

His words are empty hollow roots
Lodged deeply in his personal hate
A hatred for the American traits
Calloused threads in his empty suit

Hussein is nothing but a fake
A liberal head who’s on the take
He squirms around like an evil snake
To vote for him is a big mistake

The Three Flourescents Shining

I sit at my desk and look up at the light,
Three flourescents shining very bright,
The emails from one of my older brothers,
Arrive along with a bunch of others.
He hates our soldiers as they die,
While praising liberals when they lie.

I lean back in my chair reading his words I abhor
He supports the terrorist in this bloody war.
The three flourescents continue to shine
My brother really believes he is divine.
The terrorists murder an innocent victim
And all he does is curse the system.

He hates the ones who are fighting the war
When told the truth he will simply ignore.
He hates anyone who disagrees
But agrees with those who would appease.

He thinks Hussein is really great
And hopes a socialist rule to create


I go to bed and close my eyes
And hear the victims mournful cries.
They’re blown to bits by terrorist thugs
While my dear brother wants to give them hugs.
It’s not their fault, don’t you see?
We’re the ones who forced their spree.

Then I hear a little voice say
What idiot could possibly think this way?
The choice was theirs and not ours,
So why do the liberals send them flowers?
They hate our God and who we are
But ask my brother, he’s really bizarre!