A Dream Come True

The One for you

From heaven above

A dream come true

Basking in his love

Fresh new light

From a brilliant head

Black and white

It is what he said

Lies and cash

From eternal greed

Chicago trash

From Satan’s seed

An like-minded wife

Who doesn’t care

Searching for strife

With a hate-filled glare

The platitudes of disgust

Spoken with lies

Apologize and then trust

He begs and cries

Colossal fake

A laughing stock

For terrorist sake

He loves to mock

Embarrassing fool

Kissing the behind

Of those so cruel

Is he that blind?

All these things

We see and feel

Bring tears to me

They all are real

Dreadful Times

He spoke without blinking his narrow eyes.

The smell of doom, though, was his call.

Pushing aside the platitudes and the lies,

He read the words no one would recall.

On to the slaughter in stealth he led

To become socialist, bold and brave;

With whispered promises each one fed,

Until all did vote for this lying knave.

His voice erased the doubtful mind,

As racist remarks were blamed upon

All those you about him maligned;

‘Til their voices were hushed and gone.

His war against those who dared to say

The words of truth against him spread.

The Fox he treated in the Chicago way,

Trying real hard to make them dead.

He made those around him kneel and pray,

Demanding loyalty above what was true.

For his real quest was the Chicago way,

When liberty and values he would subdue.

Fair minds take heed in these dreadful times,

For the One continues to ride this day.

Words with the sounds of soothing rhymes

Will speed you down where death holds sway.

The doors to socialism are swinging wide.

America’s last days have just begun,

As hate-filled liberals march inside

And leading the way their chosen one.

The Cremation of Liberalism

Platitudes bright but logic erratic

hope and change so very dramatic

elected as One exotic

promises made bright and chromatic

cabals of czars with essence mystic

Lies told with purposes created

through TVs lens all are elated

heated discussions pitched pulsated

more lies and fear mongering related

the end result is progress abated

time for liberalism to be cremated

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

A Dying Breed

Whispers from a dying breed

Grilled, sauteed or steamed

Marinade with liberal greed

Add lies to make ‘em creamed

Within the flickering flame

Basted with economic shame

Tears from a dying breed

Skinned, chopped and fried

Covered with dumb to mislead

Every citizen nationwide

Grind ‘em up one last time

Follow closely this great rhyme

Destruction for a dying breed

Poisoned by their socialist way

Watch them as they crack and bleed

Rejoice with me on this cooking day

Throw them out as they are a waste
As every liberal has a different taste

Twisted Being

Beyond the imagination there is a sight

that brings the liberals such delight.

a twisted being shares their light

with every failure of the liberal blight.

When liberals with their minions unite

to hear this twisted being incite,

brainless trolls to hate and spite,

until the honest cower from fright.

In lofty prose he attacks the right;

his polices bring forth as cancer’s might.

With sorrowful tales of remorse recite

among the fooled he did invite.

Imagine this twisted sight in your dreams at night.

A dream of such fright would be a nightmare, right?

Yet here we are living in this country so bright,

with such a being living in the House called White.

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