Treasure Island

Trade Martin

(USA)

“A Liberal’s Wrath”


Be careful…, when they take this path….,
It’s nasty, harsh and uncontrolled….,
I call it, A Liberal’s Wrath….,

They don’t think first…,
When they shout and curse you….,
Call you names and abuse you…,
While their whole premise…,
Is supposedly based on….,
Peace, love and understanding….,
But if you don’t agree with them….,
That all goes out the window….,
They become tenacious and angry….,
And start ranting and raving…,
Taking things personally….,
Even about various subjects….,
You haven’t discussed….,

So be careful…, when they take this path….,
It’s nasty, harsh and uncontrolled….,
I call it, A Liberal’s Wrath….,

Submitted: Friday, July 21, 2006
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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