Conspiracy Art

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Twas the night before Christmas, at the DC White House
Stirring up trouble was a fascist-crazed louse
The stockings were worn, pulled tight on their heads
As they robbed the whole nation, asleep in their beds

The children all brainwashed, and poisons are fed
Critical thinking is now all but dead
Look in the sky, its NeoSanta right there
He's laying out chemtrails, that ass doesn't care

And out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
The cops have no warrant, but that doesn't matter
Away to the window, I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters, the cops kicked my ass

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
The officers angry, "Hey don't taze me bro"
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But eight little Nazis, all spreading their fear.

Look back to the sky, Its NeoSanta, he's drunk
He's spelling with chemtrails, "YOUR LAWS ARE ALL JUNK"
Up yours you fat bastard, I hope that you crash
And I pray that down with you goes all fiat cash

Red does suit you well, would you care for a sickle
Or a hammer, a star, some blood, just a trickle
Now screaming out loud for the whole world to hear
NeoSanta presents his Nazis of fear

Now Biden, now Clinton, Michelle I think too
And also friend Rahm the Zionist Jew
On Boehner, pronouncing it BAINER my ass
On Reid On Pelosi, the queen of all crass

NeoSanta you fraudulent Ponzi schemed freak
You lie every day with the words that you speak
Take your gifts and your puppets, get off my damn lawn
You can't bribe me or scare me with contracted brawn

Then up to the clouds NeoSanta did fly
Yelling out yet another fantastical lie
GOOD NIGHT ALL YOU SHEEP, GET REST WHILE YOU CAN
YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME STICKING IT TO THE MAN

YOUR FREEDOMS ARE UP, THEY'RE ALL IN MY SACK
IF YOU THINK THEY'LL RETURN, YOU MUST BE ON CRACK
THE FIGHT HAS BEEN FUN, ALTHOUGH EASY AS PIE
IF YOU DON'T BACK OFF NOW, OUR DRONES MAKE YOU DIE