6/9/2011, 3:28 pm
A winner's day
On a deep and dark November
I am The Won
Gazing from my columns
To the -bots below
With a freshly fallen, bootlick press in tow
I am Barrack .. I am Obama
I build walls
Of fictions deep and mighty
That Rush may not penetrate
I have no love of country
My country cause shame
It's Christians and its patriots I disdain
I am Barrack .. I am Obama
Don't say ACORN
Yes I've heard the word before
It is shielded in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of scandals that I hide
If I never lived I never would have lied
I am Barrack .. I am Obama
I have my looks
And my prompter to protect me
I am shielded by my media
Golfing with the stars
Unleashing pervert czars
I change the world but noone changes me
I am Barrack (I am Obama)
And Barrack feels no shame
And Obama mostly lies