Montauk and Obama
Sometimes the weather is neither “if” or “if not” but salient
In its consistent chum of seaside flavor.
Knuckle the clams under
And l will meet you at Gosman’s for a lobster roll.
I spent forty years summering in Montauk
And now I hate it as much as the President of the United States.
Obama is a sand dune of self-contamination,
And conceit about talents that are garbage on the waves.
The Veterans have been killed by him.
An Ambassador died.
When we turn our backs the NASA spies.
He uses the IRS like a personal army.
He has taken away our health care and given it to utopian failure.
Obama is jealous of the rich and income inequality
While he is rich and lives
Like a pig in the White House trough of our taxes.
Why can’t he admire the wealthy the way I do even though I am
On Social Security.
Thanks to him we have no more space program.
He has destroyed the economy and our foreign policy.
He solicited the Muslims until they hated us.
Putin laughs at our policy reset.
Obama is presentable but underneath it all he presents us like weak fools
He is our failure.
He is the Democrat’s contribution to the ideological blind,
The guys who can’t see past their prejudices,
The Pinocchio’s who pick their noses while they lie.
I miss Montauk.
I wish the President would leave the horizon in a sunset
Of his own incompetence.
Let us fish the stink of his memory from a dirty wave.
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