Posted on 03/15/2010 10:36:11 AM PDT by pissant
Our government has become so insidious
Their lies and agenda quite hideous
But Americans are waking
Progressives should be shaking
To the Constitution we will be fastidious
Barak is the prez with the power
He appears on the TV by the hour
When the Dems in the House balk
He tells Pelosi to squawk
And Rahm shows up naked in the shower
He choked on Larry Sinclair
Donald Young was fully aware
…out came the thugs
…to cover up drugs
Now the country is full of despair
There was a mulatto named Barry
Loved his Drugs and his wimmens and Larry
But that wasn’t enough
And since his talk was not rough
All the white voters with guilt he did carry
I like post 61 best, thanks.
This proposed healthcare bill is the worst
Our government trying to pass it with a burst
So I say What the Fuss?
Unless you’re a wuss
Put government on the plan first
He came from the ACORN community
A man who gives terrorists immunity
He’s out of control
With an islamic soul
He’s taking control with impunity!
That was a good one, Rika!
B U M P
There once was a man named Obama
whose brain was no match for a Llama
but perchance he did find
his head in his behind
Now we all must suffer the drama.
Had two fathers and only one Mama.
With a much hidden past,
Search for it, you're aghast.
Show your B.C. and stop all the drama.
Rhyme of the Ancient Taxpayer
With apologies to Iron Maiden
Submitted for humble consideration by:
SpinnerWebb
Hear the rime of the ancient taxpayer
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of D C.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the taxpayer tells his tale.
Driven to southern lands by the snow and ice
To a place where nobody’s been
Through the snow fog flies on the AlGore
Hailed in ‘Green’s’ name, hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and the AlGore follows on.
The RINOs kill the bill of good omen
Their Housemates cry against what they’ve done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north ‘til all is calm.
The Algore begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
Congress blames bad luck on the taxpayer
About his neck, the dead panel is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the verse goes on and on for them and me.
“Day after day, day after day,
we made nor vote nor motion
as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Banter, Banter everywhere and
all the papers did print
Banter, Banter everywhere, with every dollar spent”
There calls the taxpayer
There comes the White House Press Corps
But how can they lie with smiles on their faces like whores?
See...onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there’s two.
Bam and Pelosi (Life in Death)
They throw their dice for the country
She wins the taxpayer and he belongs to her now.
Then...taxpayers one by one
they drop down dead, two hundred million
She...she, Life in Death.
She lets him live, until their coverage is gone.
“One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
Two Hundred Fifty Million men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they sent their tax returns, one by one
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The taxpayer he wished he’d die
Along with the Congresscritters
But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break
The AlGore falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the snow.
Hear the groans of the long dead countrymen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they’re lifelesss in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the taxpayer sights his home
spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the taxpayer’s left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot’s boat, with Sarah and Conservatives,
Penance of life will fall onto him.
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the Conservatives shrieves the taxpayer of his sins.
The taxpayer’s bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.
Once heard about an undocumented man named Obama ,
He denied the confusion with a lost Kenyan and Osama.
But he wanted our country defeated,
With every single natural American deleted,
Said he, “If death panels don’t work, we’ll let them bomb ya”.
Americans know what’s at stake
For America surely will break
Their ultimate sin
Them progressives can’t win
RESTORATION we must make!
There once was a man named Hussein
Who looked on us all with disdain
This American imposter
Did nothing to foster
Goodwill and all hope was in vain
Bump for later limericking.
The agenda of progressives is long
As much evil, as they are wrong
But Obama’s a tool
Repeating his masters stool
They can’t win if Americans hold strong
They’re all excellent, but yours seriously made me laugh out loud.
HUMOR.....PING!!!!
The conservative man was in shock
to witness such liberal shlock.
His rumblings abdominal
were simply Obaminable
He bent over the toilet
Ba-raaaaaaaaack!!
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