You daily squander thoughts on lies,
Amidst the children’s dying cries.
You seek the truth or so you say,
Why then follow the liberal way?
Your beard is long and full of gray;
Another bin Laden on visual display.
You creep and crawl with words of stone,
Cold and silent from evidence unknown.
You support corruption in all its forms,
As your messiah carries out his reforms.
Drunk with power and evil designs,
You both revel as America declines.
When shown the truth by people like me
You run and hide. Soon it will come COD.
Your hate-filled tunes fill the air
While for the weak you simply don’t care
As the stock market crashes to the ground,
You jump for joy and dance around.
You claim its justice and we deserve the fall;
But justice to you is for liberals, not all.
You worship the One with all your soul,
Claiming he’s great and in complete control.
Your soul is obviously small and dried;
He’s not in charge and as he’s about to be fried.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Elite Born
He was young but darkened, elite born.
His face was smooth, his brow forlorn.
Eyes that darted to and fro.
A hint of fear began to show
Talking slowly, face closely shorn.
His voice was dark and serene.
He spoke in syllables of worlds unseen.
The fear he felt he passed along
Of evil lurking here and beyond.
What did he say? What does it mean?
He told his tales of twisted souls;
Seeking greed in night patrols.
Crowded round this man of grief,
We each saw visions beyond belief
Of a world gone mad, no one controls.
His hands were worn and shredded raw;
As if he fought and won or lost it all.
He wore a blazer of darkened wool;
Polished shoes that looked real cool,
As we stood and listened in awe.
His words were scary, full of fear.
We felt the evil was really near.
He painted a picture of torn out hearts
And blood drained from some private parts.
Our minds were frozen from these words severe.
We began to wonder who this man could be,
This man who walked and talked with no dignity.
He seemed to have been every place and yet,
His words were pure and innocent.
They came out wrong, full of criminality.
I asked him of his tales of violence,
Why he told them without evidence.
He stated loud for all to hear,
Twas not his job to be sincere.
The evidence comes from his pretense.
Now we all know this man was wrong.
He used his words to sing a song
Of liberal deeds that’ll dig our graves,
Or make us all his personal slaves.
Guess that’s what we get for going along.
His face was smooth, his brow forlorn.
Eyes that darted to and fro.
A hint of fear began to show
Talking slowly, face closely shorn.
His voice was dark and serene.
He spoke in syllables of worlds unseen.
The fear he felt he passed along
Of evil lurking here and beyond.
What did he say? What does it mean?
He told his tales of twisted souls;
Seeking greed in night patrols.
Crowded round this man of grief,
We each saw visions beyond belief
Of a world gone mad, no one controls.
His hands were worn and shredded raw;
As if he fought and won or lost it all.
He wore a blazer of darkened wool;
Polished shoes that looked real cool,
As we stood and listened in awe.
His words were scary, full of fear.
We felt the evil was really near.
He painted a picture of torn out hearts
And blood drained from some private parts.
Our minds were frozen from these words severe.
We began to wonder who this man could be,
This man who walked and talked with no dignity.
He seemed to have been every place and yet,
His words were pure and innocent.
They came out wrong, full of criminality.
I asked him of his tales of violence,
Why he told them without evidence.
He stated loud for all to hear,
Twas not his job to be sincere.
The evidence comes from his pretense.
Now we all know this man was wrong.
He used his words to sing a song
Of liberal deeds that’ll dig our graves,
Or make us all his personal slaves.
Guess that’s what we get for going along.
Filled With Madness
The burden grows as liberals preach
Their liberalism with the passing days.
Each time the One gives a speech,
The market tanks on what he says.
Each day the messiah brings another blunder,
As all baboons have done.
No truth within, yet hear how loud his thunder
Of olympic athletes outdone.
The dark strings of the corruption lyres,
Make music across this once great land.
Hear ye, hear ye, yell the liberal liars,
The Chosen One is now in command.
He walks among the liberal elite,
With a sweet and wistful smile.
All liberals kneel and kiss his feet;
This is his calling and his style.
Will we Americans look back in sadness
To this time of ignorance and dismay?
Our brains must all be filled with madness
Electing such a baboon to lead the way.
Their liberalism with the passing days.
Each time the One gives a speech,
The market tanks on what he says.
Each day the messiah brings another blunder,
As all baboons have done.
No truth within, yet hear how loud his thunder
Of olympic athletes outdone.
The dark strings of the corruption lyres,
Make music across this once great land.
Hear ye, hear ye, yell the liberal liars,
The Chosen One is now in command.
He walks among the liberal elite,
With a sweet and wistful smile.
All liberals kneel and kiss his feet;
This is his calling and his style.
Will we Americans look back in sadness
To this time of ignorance and dismay?
Our brains must all be filled with madness
Electing such a baboon to lead the way.
The Ignorant Throng
I asked him why he voted for him.
Because he’s black he’d say again.
But he is not qualified I tried to say.
Oh, but he’s the messiah, we must obey.
The theme of his song was always hate;
Bush was evil, Obama’s so great.
I tried to reason but that was a waste;
A brain deluded and liberally erased.
He told of the Chosen One’s glorious past;
Brilliant teacher and lawyer unsurpassed.
I pointed out corruption and criminal intent.
He cried and demanded I should repent.
The One’s a great speaker just listen and see,
He cried as the teleprompter could be seen on TV.
Your messiah’s a liar and a socialist clown,
I stated truthfully but got only a frown.
The truth now comes out that I was right;
Denying this truth he continues the fight.
We all love our Messiah and you are wrong.
What can one say to such an ignorant throng?
Because he’s black he’d say again.
But he is not qualified I tried to say.
Oh, but he’s the messiah, we must obey.
The theme of his song was always hate;
Bush was evil, Obama’s so great.
I tried to reason but that was a waste;
A brain deluded and liberally erased.
He told of the Chosen One’s glorious past;
Brilliant teacher and lawyer unsurpassed.
I pointed out corruption and criminal intent.
He cried and demanded I should repent.
The One’s a great speaker just listen and see,
He cried as the teleprompter could be seen on TV.
Your messiah’s a liar and a socialist clown,
I stated truthfully but got only a frown.
The truth now comes out that I was right;
Denying this truth he continues the fight.
We all love our Messiah and you are wrong.
What can one say to such an ignorant throng?
Look At The Pigs Flying
It looks like liberals invented the booby prize
For ignorance and stupidity - no surprise
They spend our money, the total sum
And have no idea of the final outcome
They copy Europe in the socialist mold
But act like morons bought and sold
Surely they know their crap don’t work
Go ahead and try, we all say with a smirk
All of us know that pigs can’t fly
And liberals all do nothing but lie
Funny how the Messiah is totally toast
Yet these same idiots continue to boast
Each time the liberals open their mouth
The markets drops down and head south
The day will come and hopefully soon
When even idiots see through their baboon
For ignorance and stupidity - no surprise
They spend our money, the total sum
And have no idea of the final outcome
They copy Europe in the socialist mold
But act like morons bought and sold
Surely they know their crap don’t work
Go ahead and try, we all say with a smirk
All of us know that pigs can’t fly
And liberals all do nothing but lie
Funny how the Messiah is totally toast
Yet these same idiots continue to boast
Each time the liberals open their mouth
The markets drops down and head south
The day will come and hopefully soon
When even idiots see through their baboon
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.
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.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Illicit Ambition
America the stupid, America the dumb
Requester of disaster, voting for this bum
An ignorant nation full of those who hate
Those who dare oppose as they will berate
Twenty five million free to live out their fate
Life is cheap for those who oppose and hate
The Iraqis busted the love of your life
Swinging him up high to pay for his strife
Your illustrious writing proves who you support
Dictators, murderers, rapists and that sort
We understand how truth forces the silence
Slamming you hard and you with no defense
You worship your messiah above what’s true
Amazing how liberals care not what they do
You suck on his toes and drink of his spittle
Slurping it up a lot not just a little
Obama’s the one, you shout in great glee
As you open your mouth to his flowing pee
I send you the truth about this monkey ugly
Your silence is deafening so you must agree
There is no defense for forced socialist ways
On Americans who disagree with this idiot craze
The Chosen One lies every time that he speaks
It easy to prove, just go back a few weeks
Why, o liberal, did you vote for this lying apostle
Of Satan and his followers who are so docile
Obama’s a dirtbag, a phony politician
Who conned you with his illicit ambition
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