Poetry

President Obama is “Our Wooden Head”

Our Wooden Head

 

I have known a lot of people but not a lot of people have known me.

 

I put a sock in my mouth so that I don’t spill the beans.

The Mexicans are jumping across the border,

Hopping out of their shells

To steal our jobs.

 

Obama thinks that he can embrace the world, his hands wrapping

Endless nationalities.

 

He wants to fling us around everything

While he hides beneath his desk in the Oval office.

 

Clinton only abused an intern on the floor of that office.

A good cigar.

 

Obama abuses the world by his ambivalence.

 

Obama’s reputation has gone up in smoke.

He is Pinocchio,

A wooden head.

 

Obama is sticking a stiff failed ideology up the universal populace butt.

His head is too swollen to fit into Michelle’s loneliness.

 

He has left two reporters headless.

One more decapitation and he can juggle his failures.

The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com


About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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