Can you smell the vileness coming from our capitol? The rotten smell of something evil, something villainous in our leadership?

SATANIC STENCH
Alas, poor Barry, from whence came he?
Appeared, with black halo ’round him, see?
A shadow, a specter from unknown lands,
Dastardly – devious – he laid his cold plans,
Those myopic followers of evil deeds,
Put him in charge on his bloody steeds,
To call lies of peace and wonders so bold,
Always giving no warmth but cold,
He’ll either maim and kill the land,
Or be caught out exposing his plan,
Alas, Barry, from whence came thee?
You’re no longer wanted in this land so free!
Crawl back to your nest of slime,
Your stench with us has run its time!
PTR April 10, 2011
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