Hyperbole in front of me, Political effrontery, Lies dressed up as Scripture, Treason beyond conjecture. No hope of restitution A gutted constitution Guarded by mercenaries Who hate blacks and fairies.
A pain to liberal brains As hope goes down the drain While major constituencies Are sold out for SUVs. Journalists lost their relevance Kissing the haunches of elephants In a mad rush every news day To keep their beloved pay.
Chip-off-the-block jabberwocky; Son talks his Daddy’s talky. With no attempt at recompense The fool makes little sense, Hiding behind the leverage He gets from his evil heritage. There’s no need of morality Or decency or much formality.
No matter how much criticized, The wrongly, constantly victimized Suffer the ignominy yearly And continue to pay dearly From our position down on our knees As they try to rob everyone they see And we are the casualties of infamy Because neighbors stand by silently.