Prose Does Not Capture Obama’s Failure
Paul Valery said that poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.
Poetry is a mood,
A non-linear form,
Feet going nowhere except in a ritual of steps.
To capture Obama we must dance;
We must trap his failed atmosphere like a butterfly in a jar;
Prose does not ensnare the failure
Of his nimble words,
In his redundant teleprompter.
Obama is the criticism he engenders.
He is a dance of negatives.
He is our breathing the air of failure.
He is everything that has, is and will be wrong with America.
He is optimism ultimately laughing at itself.
He is more than our fair share of failure.
He is the debased country that has created him.
He is our nightmare.
He is the bad communist dream of “change” and “forward.”
We wake up in the morning with our toy soldiers in our beds
Pointing their guns at us.
We cannot afford our Metro Cards.
We are going nowhere in the trick we played on ourselves,
In the change we shouldn’t have believed in,
In the bullying world of the atheist priests of liberalism.
Democrats voted for a rock star,
For the fire of obvious failure.
Obama has fallen like a shower of meteors on their unprotected heads.
My liberal friend told me that the price of her medical insurance
I told her, “Don’t worry. Harry Reid says that it is a lie.”
“Well, what might be broken Obama
Can fix,” she said.
Did she really mean that?
Is she taking baby steps behind Obama in his red diaper?
Is she sticking her secular nose up into the air to follow the smell
Of his multiple failures.
It’s not the sentence where we capture the conscience of the king.
It’s the lyric.
Hamlet knew that.
He captured Claudius in a play.
He died in a dramatic poem.
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