Fleebaggers Hiding

Fleebaggers

Worshipping the fleebaggers and their brilliant brains

Admiring these fleebaggers with passion of the insane

When questioned he declares their greatness bravely

Feeding the inner soul as those who feed idolatry

Hate-induced words from his soul he can’t abstain

Unabashed liberalism is the core of his praise

Fleebagger songs are replete with embryonic malaise

Exalting fools around them all with smiles so grim

With his brilliant brain, his inner soul worships them

His predictions are said with profound disdain

His knowledge of politics and life is so urbane

No one would dare question an inner soul so rife

With the natural proclivity to cause so much strife

Worshiping the fleebaggers and their brilliant brains

A Political Display

The sun sinks low and trails the evening light
Rapidly the dark covers the mountain peaks
Words of rapture captured on paper the sun’s flight
But no words can capture the shadow as it speaks

Words are vacant sounds made with tongue in cheek
As the slate-gray clouds rise before the sunken sun
So, too, the words rise above the poet’s physique
Words meaningless as the sounds of the things undone

A man sits with his wife and uses a word you do not approve
But who are you to tell us what or what not to say
The word, if said, is his and hers for them not you to remove
Offense for you is nothing but a club, a political display

Your friendly Bill speaks not a word as he rapes and gropes
Ah, but that is fine, you say with your liberal smile
Words cause damage far beyond rape done to female dopes
No women raped is as damaging as with these words so vile

Words are dangerous and one should rebuke
When words offend your weak strained ears
The liberal way makes real men want to puke
And to stomp upon the liberal’s rear

I sit here wondering at the damage rape does cause
Compared to those offending words you scream about
I doubt for you that this damage gives you pause
And as usual the words of truth makes you pout

Liar’s Irony

Upon the email screen, irony beckoned
in lies’ pure evil dark: a light
of humor rippled stream of conscious flight,
making me laugh if but for a second.

Flashed by liberal lies at once absurd but reckoned,
silly feeble thoughts combined with truthful fright
and lost forever - reality in darkened sight;
the lies remain, even as the soul is quickened.

Lies and hate find will to persevere,
so irony endured will soon endear

You, liar of the irony, to Clinton’s past,
rapist. In joyful depths you’ve shed no tear
for women’s debasement, in liberal acts so near,
void of passion, find your liar’s irony at last.

The Picture of Supremacy

He’s so perfect in your lib eyes
Existing as a savior in disguise
He hates America with all his soul
And he’s become your model role

I am the brother of a knave
A fool who’s turned into a slave
You buy into the lies of hate
And then refuse to have debate

Throughout your life, you’ve been so weak
Unable to think or truth to seek
To have a brother dumb as you
Makes me sad when I review

The liberals lie and spread their hate
What is it to them that you relate?
We come from love and sympathy
What happened to your empathy?

I have my faults but you're fault-free
A picture of supremacy
A liberal you are through and through
As the words you speak are untrue

But then who am I to change a clown
A fool, a knave who wears the crown
Of 50 million precious souls
Murdered then left to decompose

Join Our Troop

Let’s hug us a hate-filled bomber
To protect us from the liars’ somber
A hug of love from our lib’ral souls
To insure we won’t be full of holes

I’ll give you a jacket to wear
A bomb so free of care
We’ll help blow up the USA
Let’s do it, what do you say

I’ll give you a car bomb
Don’t sweat, be calm
Just explode it on a crowded street
A street where all those infidels meet

I’ll give you a savage war
Where infidels live, a place we abhor
In the land of the great satan
Killing anyone American

I’ll give you a hundred great dhimmi years
All I need are some volunteers
A couple of hundred with nerves of steel
Driving around shooting from an automobile

Virgins and pleasure await your success
By doing the killing to excess
Come now and join our troop
Become just another liberal dupe

Portending

The Dhimmi tells such dreadful lies
They make me wretch from my insides
Each one’s unique in its content
Filled with hate and self-contempt

He wears a turkey round his neck
It must be plastic, what the heck
He talks to Duckworth all the time
And also Hackett both in their prime

He counts the items that got so looted
But math for him was not so suited
He finds a cover-up from geometry
But forgot he needs optometry

He bumps his head each time he writes
Seems things are dark without the lights
The truth went missing, lost in space
Since he took up this torrid pace

He plays a game called “Liar’s Bluff”
And he always wins, sure enough
He bought into Dan Rather’s fraud
And still believes ole Dan’s a god

He hates the Bush for standing tall
Figures it’s time for us to fall
He knows the surge is but a line
So now he works to undermine

He talks of the future as if a sage
The good, the bad; his envisage
We all sit round each time he sends
And laugh at all he tries to portend

He’s always wrong and never right
For he’s a liberal and not too bright

Cooing Lies

I read your lib’ral lies each night
Of evil Bush fanned by dhimmi fright;
Of made-up smears, no facts to show,
But endless words we both know
Are lies of hate born inside Satan’s storm.
A place to keep your soul so warm;
With Hillary cooing lies of hate;
Grabbing money, the most corrupt to date.
Her eyes are rapt with evil shine.
She hopes to rule as one divine,
And send the ones who know her well
Back to her home in the depths of hell!

Harsh Words

In your harsh words I trace
The hatred in your soul
The ugly in your face
Stupid beyond control

Your evil written words
So rapt but yet so dim
Seems dumb even for nerds
No wonder things are so grim

The podunk world you live
Commingled with Satan’s rule
Compelling you to give
A mouth of stinking stool

The men you hate so much
Don’t lie to reach their goal
Like those in Satan’s clutch
The truth they do extol

Hussein is one of yours
With Satan on his side
He’s full of lying sores
A product of what he’s denied

You’re both swimming in Satan’s pond
Stagnated by your lies
And the vision of what’s beyond
A vision of total demise
           

Mirrored Projections

Dear brother, I suggest you do not pass
Too near that mirrored oval glass;
I fear that you will see
An idiot with the brain the size of a flea,
With lying lips that spew forth hate;
The very thing that you berate.

To look upon the image shown
Would only make you loudly groan.
Projecting hate from one’s own core
Reflects back truth in mirror’s door.
With lies that crease like wrinkled skin,
Your face reflects the lies you spin.

Dying Scripts

They walk the same old liberal way
It’s written in the dying scripts
They live for hate each waking day
And spew it from their darkened lips

Where scenes of failure newly born
Sprout up among the old forlorn
And drooping scum from mouths of scorn
Proclaim the truth of their eclipse

They sing the praise of dear Hussein
As magpies bend to see in vein
The followers of this silly game
Along with those who live in hate

While dancing in the bright red glow
The liberals make the corruption flow
And hungry for this cash they know
Will feed them from a golden plate

For Hussein is just a liberal game
A liar, thief with no big name
They think he’ll win just the same
For them its sure, he’ll get the prize

He has no plan it’s only lies
As sweet stuff out his mouth does rise
His talk is bold and seems so wise
But underneath it’s all disguise

The liberals think that all is won
‘Cause dear Hussein has just begun
The votes are in and he’s the one
But in the end - a big surprise

       

Au Contraire

The lying liberal now we see,
The biggest liar to be fair.
He’s not what an American should be,
But he shouts, au contraire.
His lies always make such a stir,
His hatred makes him oh so mean,
But he has no brain as it were,
Nothing but the same old routine.

Socialism is his goal
The same tired crap from sick old men.
His words of hate he does not control
But says them over again and again.
All liberals focus on his pranks.
All tongues his prowess behold.
For which he renders all his thanks
To Satan, Saddam and Hugo.

His golden rule is a great attraction.
Just show the hate in words and action.


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.

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.


       

Senseless Black

The warm glow from the truth has descended never coming back
Your mind now only a senseless black

Your emails arrive full of hate and gall
In their content I can see nothing at all

For there is nothing you can say
To keep the dogs of Satan at bay

All of your words have led you astray
But in the end they will forever stay

My eyes keep a hopeful stare
That one day you can your soul mend and repair

Once having done that the removal of chains
Will instantly be, making you sane

Truth is the therapy you need
Curing your head, making your soul succeed

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.”

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.

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

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!

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.