Virus - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

You try to wrap yourself in the flag but all you do is trample it
You try to claim the moral high ground but all you do is squat and shit
When the orange turd lies you will debase yourself to absolve his sin
You will prostrate yourself in his name without a shred of compassion
When the Trayvon's of this world are freshly buried for eternity
You descend on them like rabid packs of wolves with smears of certainty
No abyss is too low, no lie off limits for your way of thinking
Your mind has been corroded by the toxic Kool-Aid you've been drinking
You like the Bible but pick and choose that which meets with your point of view
You like the Ten Commandments but only to judge others just not you
You dislike the socialism and ideology you abhor
While at the same time seeking a bailout for your million dollar store
You somehow always justify the lies, the dirty tricks, the conceit
You contort yourself into a twisted pretzel logic of deceit
You are virulent and repugnant
You are republican