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It Ain’t Easy Being Green

19 December 2011 @ 14:10

Julius Obamacus Nero Caesar [formerly: Barack Hussein Soetero-Obama] Anti-President of The United States Of America, Fearless Leader and Duce [Dou'che?], Lowerer Of The Seas, Defender Of The Islamic Faith Cult, Apologist Of All That Is American, Sovereign Of The Stimulus, Healer Of The Earth, Duke Of No Nukes, Sovereign Restorer Of Images, Messiah Of The Lay-Abouts, Sovereign Organizer Of Communities, Duke Of Alinsky, Sovereign and Most Honourable Provider Of Health Care,
Grand Poohba of the Most Venerable Order of Narcissists, Financial Adviser-In-Chief, Physician-In-Chief, Linguist-In-Chief, Personal Trainer-In-Chief, Supreme Spiculate of Spite, Lord Of The Food Stamps, Defender Of The Debt, Earl Of Tantrum,
King of the Irony Throne of the Seven Kingdoms in The Game Of Drones, Kings of Rooseveltia, etc., hath taken on a new title this 19th day of Frankmarshalldavisember [old calender 'Decembe'r] in the Year Three, Anno Salvator: Supreme Poetry Master!

The Library Of Congress has added to it’s archives two poems that our Dear and Fearless Leader wrote while he was at Occidental College [about the only things we've every seen from those years] and they show our Most Divine and Anointed One to be as utterly bad a poet as you’d expect him to be [tip of the fedora to John Miller].

From the ‘poem’ Pop:

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me….

The whole ‘poem’ Underground:

Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.

I thought you all could use a good laugh today.

You’re welcome.

5 Comments
  1. Rosalie permalink
    19 December 2011 @ 17:39 17:39

    It’s so pathetic, I almost want to cry. That should have been sealed along with everything else. One thing’s correct, “things have always been easy for him.”

  2. 19 December 2011 @ 23:07 23:07

    And yet hope springs eternal, he is a better poet than president.

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