There once was a man named Obama
(Elected through passion and drama).
Despite all his verve,
He soon lost his nerve,
Succumbed to tart tea-party trauma.
There once was a man named Barack
Who placed “change” and “hope” back on track.
When push came to shove
He donned tattered gloves,
And utterly failed to shove back.
Though principled, our man Barack,
Envisioned that he could be whacked;
Since elections depend
On funds without end,
He kow-towed to flush plutocrats.
Obama created a zone
With rhetoric bright and high-flown.
We wept at his speeches,
Then found they were feces,
Since promises have no tailbone.
(12/17/10)
Obama, Barack is his name,
We armed him with power and fame—
We should have foreseen
Wealth grow more obscene,
Since money’s the name of the game!
(12/19/10)
Morality struggles with wealth,
But rich men are masters of stealth—
They finance both sides,
Hence whoever abides,
Attend to the rich folks’ good health.
(12/19/10)
Political rhet’ric’s malarkey,
Suggesting that views differ starkly—
No matter the spin,
We get what we’ve been:
Base plutocratic oligarchy.
(12/20/10)
Politics sure can be funny—
Even make Washington sunny—
The Start Treaty’s sell
And repealing “don’t tell”—
Why not? They cost us no money
(12/22/10)