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.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 21, 2008
The Devil's Torment
My lame and podunker brother,
With proof he lies as no other,
Still sends the lies of hate so vile,
Matching again the lib’ral style.
Despite the truth to him revealed,
Skips over facts as if repealed.
Sees only hate through liar’s eyes
Rejecting the truth in full despise.
Where now the darkened heart resides,
Lives fast the symbol that provides,
The hate that chides his mortal soul
In savage lust for lies his goal.
His soul’s remorseless book of lies,
With each new email multiplies.
His frantic breath keeps up the rave,
That lies are good and proves he’s brave.
As articulate as a slab of stone
His words are worthless and unknown.
He reeks of ash from burned out scorn,
A sweaty-toothed mad man, hate worn.
Against the truth he lives and stands,
Hateful bile pouring from his glands.
His words are couched in ugly vent
Proof of a soul in the devil’s torment.
He cries out loud with all his might,
Iraq is lost, there’s no need to fight.
He screams about the evil war.
As for the terrorists he does adore.
For him the bird in Iraq was phony,
Just a plastic piece of Bush baloney.
It doesn’t matter the bird was eaten,
The truth for him will never be written.
Against this void of human tolerance,
There is no truth among such ignorance.
Think you twice, before you join this cause,
A cause of hatred, lies and full of flaws.
Accept these facts for what they are,
As real and truthful as the great north star.
Cast not your pearls among such swine,
They are a scourge causing their own decline.
With proof he lies as no other,
Still sends the lies of hate so vile,
Matching again the lib’ral style.
Despite the truth to him revealed,
Skips over facts as if repealed.
Sees only hate through liar’s eyes
Rejecting the truth in full despise.
Where now the darkened heart resides,
Lives fast the symbol that provides,
The hate that chides his mortal soul
In savage lust for lies his goal.
His soul’s remorseless book of lies,
With each new email multiplies.
His frantic breath keeps up the rave,
That lies are good and proves he’s brave.
As articulate as a slab of stone
His words are worthless and unknown.
He reeks of ash from burned out scorn,
A sweaty-toothed mad man, hate worn.
Against the truth he lives and stands,
Hateful bile pouring from his glands.
His words are couched in ugly vent
Proof of a soul in the devil’s torment.
He cries out loud with all his might,
Iraq is lost, there’s no need to fight.
He screams about the evil war.
As for the terrorists he does adore.
For him the bird in Iraq was phony,
Just a plastic piece of Bush baloney.
It doesn’t matter the bird was eaten,
The truth for him will never be written.
Against this void of human tolerance,
There is no truth among such ignorance.
Think you twice, before you join this cause,
A cause of hatred, lies and full of flaws.
Accept these facts for what they are,
As real and truthful as the great north star.
Cast not your pearls among such swine,
They are a scourge causing their own decline.
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
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
In The Name Of Philosophy
In the name of philosophy
In a country mired in your lies
When truth overtakes your jubilee
Your silence uncovers your disguise
No longer can you claim integrity
In the name of your dark philosophy
In a country mired in your lies
We know it’s America you despise
In a country mired in your lies
When truth overtakes your jubilee
Your silence uncovers your disguise
No longer can you claim integrity
In the name of your dark philosophy
In a country mired in your lies
We know it’s America you despise
The Podunk Hour
It is the podunk hour, that time
which brings forward a burst of rhyme.
As I do every day, I fall into my chair,
in front of the Mac. I think in despair
Dhimmi will send his trash again,
though in despair, I won’t complain.
The day grows old. Today I read,
Dhimmi is defending liberal greed.
His words are where the cold goes to sleep.
When logic is lost, it empties into the garbage heap
that he refers to as his head
something which needs not be said.
It is 2008. Spring.
Upon my desk, the lies sing
out from Dhimmi’s last two emails.
In him the logic fails.
Let me in my final lines
express this as a symbol that undermines
the very excess of his hate-filled diatribes.
The symbol of the swastika that perfectly describes
the modern liberal bought and sold with bribes.
which brings forward a burst of rhyme.
As I do every day, I fall into my chair,
in front of the Mac. I think in despair
Dhimmi will send his trash again,
though in despair, I won’t complain.
The day grows old. Today I read,
Dhimmi is defending liberal greed.
His words are where the cold goes to sleep.
When logic is lost, it empties into the garbage heap
that he refers to as his head
something which needs not be said.
It is 2008. Spring.
Upon my desk, the lies sing
out from Dhimmi’s last two emails.
In him the logic fails.
Let me in my final lines
express this as a symbol that undermines
the very excess of his hate-filled diatribes.
The symbol of the swastika that perfectly describes
the modern liberal bought and sold with bribes.
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