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Home, Home of Deranged

Oh, give me a home via low-interest lone,
Where the kids and their pets safely play;
Where never is heard that foreclosure word,
And installments are easy to pay.

Oh, Lord save my land where “Teh One’s” promised plan
TelePrompts leisurely down the screen;
Where his lies big and bold are brazenly told
A regular “progressive’s dream”.

Home, home of Deranged,
Where there’s “hope” and there’s “change” everyday;
Where seldom is heard a responsible word,
And the dissension is “racist” all day.

How often at night when the tv is bright
With the light of the blathering czars,
Have I sat there amazed and asked as I gazed
How in hell did they get where they are.

Home, home of Deranged,
Where there’s “hope” and there’s “change” everyday;
Where seldom is heard a responsible word,
And the dissension is “racist” all day.

Oh, those lovers of flowers in this dear land of ours;
‘Long with animal rights folk who scream;
Save plants, trees and rocks, gamecock and fox,
But not humans, cause that’d be obscene.

Home, home of Deranged,
Where there’s “hope” and there’s “change” everyday;
Where seldom is heard a responsible word,
And the dissension is “racist” all day.

The non-whites been oppressed from the East to the West,
So says Jessie, and Louis, and Al.
“You’re a victim” is cried, but the Feds by your side;
And the wealthy will pay for it all.

Home, home of Deranged,
Where there’s “hope” and there’s “change” everyday;
Where seldom is heard a responsible word,
And the dissension is “racist” all day.

True words written by man, guided by divine plan
Birthed a country whose future was bright.
Our nation so dear, saw it’s destiny clear,
Now it seems to be losing it’s sight.

Home, home of Deranged,
Where there’s “hope” and there’s “change” everyday;
Where seldom is heard a responsible word,
And the dissension is “racist” all day.

Still, I would not stray, from my country today,
Where once deer and the antelope played;
Heed the clarion call, countrymen one and all,
Err our rights are all taken away.

Home, home of Deranged,
Where there’s “hope” and there’s “change” everyday;
Where seldom is heard a responsible word,
And the dissension is “racist” all day.

I will have an update to this tomorrow. The muse was wagging her finger at me over this one (or was it the rum). In any case, I have something in mind to add on the morrow, time permitting. And yes, it is done to the tune (or cadence, if you will) of “Home on the Range”.

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The Involunteers

I am proud to have Russ Vaughn’s verses appear here once again. His writing is always worth a look. And I am honored he allows me to post his verses here on a regular basis. If you would like to see more of Russ’s wordsmithing, check out either American Thinker or Old War Dogs. Both are worth a stop and should have been on the old blog roll sometime ago (a situation corrected as of now-HM).
So with out any further delay, here is the latest verse from Russ!

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