political poetry conservative satire

Why is there no honesty, what has become of transparency. To discern any truth, needs I be blessed with clairvoyancy. Lies dressed up like truth, is like putting lipstick on a pig. It’s Joe’s way to communicate, the democrats favorite gig. Dress it up nice and pretty, promise the stars and the moon. Throw in…

Can we expect witticisms, from those without wit? Can we expect truth, from those full of sh*t? Can we find honesty, where it’s never existed? Can we expect justice, from those morally twisted? Can we expect leaders, from those who are lost? Can we expect thrift, from those who don’t care about cost? Should we…

They call me Brandon, you know “The Thing” I also like “Mr. Lame Duck” or wannabe King. They say I’m an idiot, I find that enchanting. I think I’m resourceful, when needlessly ranting. I’m the best President, we’ve ever had. I don’t like Donald Trump, Orange Man be Bad. He pushes my buttons by being…

You better watch out, you better not doubt, I’ll tell you why. We’re all under surveilance by Big Brother’s watching eyes. There are eyes in the skies, eyes on phone poles. Eyes that can read lettering on rings through your nose. Eyes that can count every single hair on your head. Eyes built with ears…

Breaking the treasury, to buy moron’s votes. Making conservatives, convenient scapegoats. Pushing the CRT lie, to all folks of color. Crying about global warming, while pushing more solar. Blaming Donald Trump, for what they have done. Attempt to control crime by stealing your gun. Pro-Choice is a misnomer, it should be pro-death. Murdering babies, before…

Wallowing wantonly, in It’s own mess. The Brandon looked up, in obvious distress. It’s thinking was muddled, It’s actions obscene. It’s thoughts lost to posterity, It’s teeth pale green. It’s grin once so impish, now twisted with hate. It seemed things were bulging, under It’s pate. Driven mad by strange voices inside It’s skull. Insanely…

They are found under rocks, they hide in tall weeds. They lurk in dark alleys, they plant evil seeds. They worship abortion, they dream of dead babies. Their drug of choice is ingestible, synthesized rabies. Some live in the swamp, some prefer Capitol Hill. They can be rightly classified as harbingers of ill. Their leader…

My mind is on Hillary, my stomach’s upset. She thirsts for power, a thirst she must whet. She’s a venomous viper, poised, ready to strike. I see a predator, a backbiting, murderous shrike I see a minion of Lucifer with ungodly ambition. Satisfying her greedy desire her sole intention. She will say and do anything,…

Joe let his hair down, it fell to the floor. He felt and smelled like a used up old whore. He unchained his dog and went for a walk. He snuck out the door and wondered the block. Folks who saw him, didn’t know what they saw. Was this fearless leader, who broke every law.…

Dear Heavenly Father, I give thanks for your guidance in these trying times. For your protection against adversarial crimes. I give thanks for my now open, truth seeking eyes. For my discernment in seeing through lies. I give thanks for the patience,to wait and to see. For the gift of the spirit, that is always…