They say the truth's out there if you know where to look.
The books are flung open for someone to uncook.
The time's growing shorter for liars and thieves.
No one's falling into the webs the left weaves.
The groomers of children will soon be cast out.
Everyone's wising up to what their agenda's about.
The old commie professors will shake in their boots.
America is returning to our founding roots
The left's days are numbered, no more of their tricks.
It glares from their foreheads, that burnt in 666.
The day is fast coming when they are held to account.
When maybe they perish in their kool-aid filled founts.
They're out of control, They're out of their gourds.
It would be fitting if some fell on their swords.
Like Nancy and Chuck-U, like Swalwell and Schiffty.
Biden with his pipedreams, a modern day Walter Mitty.
The ones who have broomsticks, can hightail it to Hell.
If they can't fall on swords they can swallow a pill.
Like Kamala and Nadler, Michelle and O'brahma.
Spare us your bullsh*t, and loony tune drama.
Like Mika and Joe and and all the CNN boobs.
You're taking America straight down the tubes.
In days of yore, you'd all be tarred and feathered.
You'd be publicly pillaried, to whipping posts tethered.
You'd be rode out of town on a rail to never come back.
On the highway to Hell you'd be on the fast track.
D.L. Crockett -- !/31/23