1
Barack Obama says the
politics
Of old must change—on him
we pin our hope;
He’s skinny, unafraid, and
takes his licks;
Who cares that he has
smoked a little dope!
Audacious, proud, and
heavenly, our pick’s
The chosen one, more holy
than the Pope!
And those who dare oppose
him be forewarned:
Our words are true (if
oddly unadorned!).
2
So question not
him, heavens no! You would
Not question God about
His every move!
And like The Lord, we know
Barack is good;
America! Let’s show him we
approve!
We love you, Mister
President, so should
Your enemies conspire to
harm, we’ll move
So quickly heads will
spin: we’ll chop them off
Like France once did when
things were really tough!
3
Let’s hang
them high, Dick Cheney and George Bush
(The time has come for
retribution hard),
Then lop their
heads and watch the crimson gush
A river red and warm and
deep (but guard
The lust for blood don’t
turn our brains to mush,
Forgetful then to burn their
corpses charred!).
Barack says look ahead,
not back—and winks—
So hit them hard!—let’s
throw our kitchen sinks!
4
Barack was given
an inheritance
Created not by him; he had
no time:
Freshman senator, small
experience,
The race with Hillary,
McCain (the climb
Was not an easy one), “His
Reverence,”
Corrupt Chicago, dirty
tricks (sublime
his Journey was!) . . . they
mocked his funny name!
You, Bush and Cheney,
you’re the ones we blame!
5
Though homeless,
broke (how coldly blows the wind!),
We now have hope in hand: for jobs,
for peace;
And those he will arrange;
we know we’ve sinned
And brought bad luck, but
sweet Barack will grease
The tracks and in the good will slide. He's grinned
His blue-lipped grin and
asked the Right to cease!
Still, loving Hope,
we wonder: "Is it strange
This president has yet to
show us Change?"
And so we end Canto the
First,
But never you fear, we
think it's our worst!
Canto the Second
Canto the Third
Canto the Fourth
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