Pretty Lib - Satan's Preferred

Hey! pretty lib, with salivated chin,
Who's never known a truthful word,
All your wish is power to win;
This is the way that libs begin--
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

Dark gray locks cover foolish brains,
Lying and whining are all you heard;
Crying and fighting over scumbag stains,
On Clinton's mattress and Hillary's veins--
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

Five hundred times over you lied to pass,
Words of false with nothing feared;
Which let you know a lib'ral is an ass,
Which you now know lies can't surpass,
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

Pledged to Satan; he had you declared,
All lib liars whose beards are gray,
Did the lies cause you to be jeered?
Common thing among those who've erred.
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

The biggest liar who can't resist
A lying tongue that spins the pun,
May he spin his pun but not his fist,
Or be blown away and never be missed,
As he calls us all, "son!"

Your lies are dead, we proved them so
How you love to continue to malign!
We've won in Iraq; while you sit here,
Spinning your lies from those you hear,
Dipping your nose in your podunker whine.

Occupation Derange

Arriving in his personal jet on a liberal breeze 

He waves to the people bending their knees

As he picks up fifteen from all the celebrities

His lips burn bright with the liberal absurd

What he really means is covered and blurred

So he touches himself to prove he was heard

A great box of hypocrisy to which he’ll cling

Arrives in time, the ultimate evolutionary thing

“I can do what I want, because I’m the king!”

He changes the meaning of words on a whim

Well, actually, for money given directly to him

Shaking his fist at the great heavenly amen

His teleprompter insures he always sounds great

Reading it guarantees the greatness won’t abate 

It also helps him when he is in a heated debate

His peers are all sycophants along for the ride

His past is a secret and the truth he’s denied 

As his closets have stuff that he daily must hide

His policies are in shambles but he doesn’t care 

His worth is at zero while his mind’s full of air

It’s not about the money, it’s a self love affair

His disciples are fools who still hope for the change

The change he promised but can’t seem to arrange

So time to start afresh with Occupation DERANGE

Changing Stories

The scent of a liberal farce floats in the breeze

As changing stories comes breaking through

Lies wend and wind in the changing stream with ease

As the truth cools its heels in the changing liberal view

The liberals release versions of the events showing

The One’s decision as a great commander so strong

Where SEALS follow his brilliant plan blowing

Away his critics stand and proving them all wrong

Changing stories wrapped around confusion’s place

Osama was first armed and resisted in the raid

A SEAL in self-defense blew away his ugly face

All is good according to the White House aid

Above, in typical liberalism deep with mystery

The truth of reality still sits silent and hides

To protect the hypocrisy in the liberal story

He wasn’t armed the White House now confides

BS now walks inside the White House abode

Murder is fine but don’t treat a terrorist too harsh

Changing stories seems to be the One’s true mode

Such a great commander, spewing out this farce

Patriotic View

Arrogance beyond repair

Selling the liberal view

Logic up in the air

Never telling what’s true

They plan, he lies

They do, he gloats

Having to improvise

In hypocrisy he promotes

With unrivaled precision

He spins another story

Rationalizing his decision

To cover himself in glory

On prime time TV

Taking the full credit

For his unilateral spree

To his liberal discredit

His spins are amazing

A product of lies

With such BS flowing

Hypocritical disguise

Obama now sits

In red, white, and blue

No one could imagine

Such a patriotic view

Credit

Beneath the liberal moon as the lies fly

and spiral upward to rationalize their hate

they praise the One for causing one to die

The liberals hated Bush their usual facade

because the terrorists met their fate

with the Cheney assassination squad

Of course, they all will try to deny

Bush’s part in this killing success

beneath the liberal moon as the lies fly

The liberal reality of truth quickly recedes

as gloats fly high, the liberals now profess

twas the Chosen One alone did the deeds

Burning up as their hypocrisies soar

praying for the polls to turn around

as they think they have won the war

Beneath the liberal moon as the lies fly

dragging hate desperately above the ground

while in Afghanistan al Qaeda refuses to comply

In the make-believe world of liberal space

reality played backward so liberals claim

no matter what truth is placed in their face

Yes, Osama has met his ultimate fate

good cheer is spread throughout with no shame

why, oh why, must they always lie and hate

Liberal Cockroaches

As shadows changed into darkness in Madison

Truth and honor weeps for liberty’s seat

The angry liberal cowards chant death therein

As democracy is rocked by this ignorant feat

Thin veil of criminals, the easiest kind to make

Clings tightly to their greed with a liberal shape

Truth and honor pressed them - civility to take

As their hate poured across the winter’s landscape

A gaze into their hate-filled eyes showed intensity

Way beyond the pale of humanities lowest fate

For there in front of all America stood the propensity

To force the evil of liberalism to each and every state

Upon these wretched, useless human forms of trash

The wrath of the voters will prevail before a total crash

All indications they’ve jumped the shark and gone

Listen to their cheers of wrath of witless dumb

While looking into their twisted souls of the evil spawn

Look, listen then run quickly from their filthy tomb

No honest man, American, could watch and see

The total destruction that is seen all around

Standing as an American and one who is free

Could not believe in such a philosophy unsound

The liberals run and shout hatred again and again

They cannot quench the mighty thirst of their insanity

Corruption speaks a language of its own for the loony bin

With haste they turn toward those with whom they disagree

Against the flow of history they try to hurry up the pace

With haste turned back to face the people’s eyes

Senses long gone they displayed their full disgrace

Tis nothing but the foolish crowd and their liberal lies

Their eyes looked up at truth and were blinded by its light

But they all stood fast in angry defiance of democracy

Their leaders fled at night, fearful of the coming fight

For in the peoples hands were the tools of liberty

While liberals in other states sent thugs to join the cause

Together they stood and yelled “Death to the people of the state”

Demanding all their entitlements given to them without pause

By the very corrupt criminals who now stood to meet their fate

Corruption always brings out the worst, the cockroaches of the left

And sure enough, the Chosen One made statements from his lair

“The unions are God’s gift to man, dare not disrupt their continued theft”

“Come on, come on, you know civility should be the fare”

A bunch of cockroaches appeared and crawled into the foray

The game was one and the table set for those who would dare

Contradict the decrees of hate from the One and his liberal way

For what is democracy if the liberal left really does not care

As liberals scatter left and right as most cockroaches do

They justify the hate they speak trying just to stand upright

But the burden of their corruption breaks them down anew

By crawling along on all fours their own they try to excite

From dampened floors where torrid lies did spawn

They creep and crawl along the corners in the night

“We cannot let the truth touch us before the dawn

For rays of truth will surely make us look not right”

In a sudden flash of hateful thought, they knew

The end of democracy would have to start

A violation of human rights, a first step in their view

Stomp and slam on those who try to stand apart

Ask not for truth but slander everything that’s true

Though brilliance has never been their strongest trait

To which history will take a negative view

Their ugly hate will define their historical fate

The Masterpiece Of His Life

His life, a nightmare of delusions

Echoing a dhimmi full of liberal dreams

Strung together by his own confusions

Wistfully hoping the success of his schemes

Hate so ugly and daunting

Wrapped tight in his cocoon of serenity

The truth in eloquence forever taunting

Destroying a world he thinks is reality

Everyday, a nightmare of false conclusions

Foolishness beyond the pale of infinite gray

Believing again in his nightmare of delusions

Thinking only words of hate he wants to say

Rejection by the voters in November

Burned anguished teardrops into his face

Stinging as he tries hard to remember

Wondering what insanity his reality will replace

He prays the transformation will be depleted

Embracing all the lies of a nightmare dream

A rendezvous with insanity soon completed

Filling his soul with hate like a roaring stream

Will he awaken from his liberal tribulations

To see the lies and evil he alone has spread?

Maybe in the future liberal generations

The seed of infertility will be in every liberal bed

His liberal life, a nightmare of delusions

Created in arrogant hate of liberal strife

Embellished with the anvil of false conclusions

Insanity becomes the masterpiece of his life