Sunday, June 29, 2008

Contents Of Despair

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
covered in shame, hate-filled contents of despair,
you believed them true from toe to head
your integrity you thought was beyond compare

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
so often revealed deep hate in your soul
a good chance it means your soul is dead
dead to the truth that you no longer control

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
each a sin, a bought ticket to your end fate
as time distributes its gifts of dread
upon your bones this fate does wait

Look carefully at all the lies you’ve spread
begin the count down to greet the great toll
no backing down, no looking ahead
the taximan awaits for your mortal soul

Stroking Your Pud

Huge are your ugly, spiteful lies
Would a turd smell as bad if small?
How do you look us in the eyes?
Does the smell of evil for you enthrall?

How do you speak the words of slime
Knowing full-well the slime is wrong?
How do you lie each and every time
You send your emails right along?

You vote for slime like liberal Billy
Then claim your faith is steeped in love.
To all the kids you show your willy
Then curse the one you hate thereof.

The felony rape by your buddy Clinton
Is fine as long as it’s done in silence
No words of hurt for esteem undone
For words are deadly and need defense

You voted for hatred, adultery and crime
While smearing the good with evil crud.
You say you’re righteous with words sublime
Yet here you are stroking your pud.

You’ve spread your lies for twenty some years
With words of slander and nary a shame.
You point your finger with eyes full of tears.
How awful he was to use "cunt" as a name

Dishonesty

In your own self-made hell
Your life is nothing but a empty shell.
Your words reflect your spacious dumb
As all your listeners go totally numb

The fears that boil your raging hate
Are scary real and will never abate
You choke each time you spew your vile
A turbulent flood in the liberal style

The hate you show is what you’ve been
Lost in a stream of molten sin
You sit alone where now you dwell
Burning inside by your fiery hell

You drink the liquor of the liberal kind
In a world that exists in only your mind
You have no right to dictate the song
And if you did it would still be wrong

Icy claws pierce your hate-filled heart
But fortunately for us you must depart
The darkness you cast is your only friend
It will soon be gone in the very end

You claim the faith as you tell your lies
But run away when we see your disguise
Obama’s your god and you kiss his feet
Believing he’ll make your life complete

You spread the lies about cunt and John
Believing its real and the truth you’ll spawn
Dishonest you are once and for all
The proof is written on everyone’s wall

In Love With The Lie

Underneath your lying expression
Is a person full of depression

How can this not be as the words you write
Were clearly created from your inward fright

Even a podunker as yourself must react
To the reality of Bush and our win in Iraq

The hatred that told your soul your belief
Now in truth for you there’s no relief

This depression forces you to look to the ground
Digging the dirt that you must spread around

The Hacketts and Duckworths prove you lie
As with the forgeries you wanted us to buy

You make excuses with the Obama flip-flop
Depression hits hard and it’s difficult to stop

You pretend your a patriot and love this great land
But you run like a coward and refuse to take a stand

I’ve challenged you often on the issues at hand
But you run like a coward and refuse to take a stand 


I feel for your ego and know you’re so sad
When our troops kill your friends you think they are bad



But if truth you are seeking and this I deny
You’d not be a liberal always seeking the new lie

The truth is you’re a liberal, a mongrel to despise
Filled with a passion for hate and new lies

Your hatred engulfs you in all that you try
You're a filthy dumb liberal in love with the lie

Honesty And Me

Walking along truth’s narrow ride
with honesty and me allied
I found your lies uninspired
easy hate, only Satan required

How childish are your foolish lines
that in your heart true hate defines
You talk of a patriot you seem to know
but fail to grasp what makes it so

The gaping hole you call a mouth
spews forth hate from truthful drought
And as this poet’s words are read
you’ll find it true your soul is dead

You live a life in a truthless stream
with lack of verse or rhyming scheme
The hate-filled words that you wrote
proves you are wrong when you go vote

Saturday, June 28, 2008

A Country Rube

On another peaceful summer day
Hate dances from the rube's red lips
Above the moral causing decay
As hot tea the Little Dhimmi sips

The raging hate like fire rises
Each morning of his waking day
Of course, with this no surprises
A liberal bound to the liar’s cliche

The truth defies this country rube
With stories told of victories bold
As shown on news across the tube
But, alas, the Dhimmi’s getting old

He tweaks his thoughts with fiery hate
Enough to cover up the truth as told
Reading stories from an earlier date
As if they’re hot and not gone cold

This hate-filled man still sits around
Cursing all who oppose his thought
He lives the life of shallow bound
In circles where his lies are taught

He writes a line that’s full of spite
As lies flow from his acorn brain
Hating America for its might
While praying for defeat and pain

Yet truth still defiles his waking days
As good comes forth without his say
Dealing death to those he prays
Guess now himself he now must play

On The Condition Of His Anonymity

Once a seemingly podunk liar whose soul
Wept not for the babies he murdered yonder
Too concerned with his hate, his life as a whole
The result of which he refused to ponder

One day he read about the word called “cunt”
“Disgraceful,” he yelled at the top of his voice
How dare a man use such a word so blunt
He is worse than a rapist who lies by choice

This podunk liar whimpered and yelled
About the word he heard from one he opposed
“This man is a disgrace and must be felled”
He said as his slong to a little boy exposed

 
Using feelings as evil as the dirtiest in life
Doing little boys for whom he'd always adore
This podunk who was using the boy as a wife
Thought nothing of this act as he did the chore
 
One day the truth will hit this self-righteous queen
And take him across this path where he’ll see
Astonishment by the truth up until then unseen
On the condition of his anonymity